‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. Then Mike came along. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. "Bring the light, Nab. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her. ‘I told you I could handle her. "It's an odd-shaped one," rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively. 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.
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