Presently he heard her voice. “Here goes for the new life!” “Here goes for the new life,” he echoed and stood up. 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 made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Then she took her sister’s hand. ” She smiled at him broadly and kissed his cheek. Everything in the world to live for!—fame that he could not reap, love that he must not take! What was all this pother about hell as a future state? By and by things began to stir on the table: little invisible things.
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