I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced. But it's an odd case. “Those things are not for me just at present. 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 ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. '" "What is that?" she asked. Modern, indeed! She was going to be as primordial as chipped flint.
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