"The lash cuts to the bone. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. "Call me Hoddy. 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. Mary is very good, but she is too nervous to be the slightest protection. Apparently I’m not to exist yet. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. Of all the amazing coincidences.
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