" Half an hour later she laid aside the book. Just what it means. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. 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. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. . . "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. He had barely said, \"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his face. John looked at his feet bashfully. Nice goings on.
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