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’ ‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. "I will live," cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred at Wild, "to be revenged on you. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. Captain Roding strode into the parlour.
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