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Title: Works of Victor Hugo
Year: 1864 (1860s)
Authors: Hugo, Victor, 1802-1885 Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894, ed Marzials, Frank T. (Frank Thomas), Sir, 1840-1912
Subjects: Hugo, Victor, 1802-1885
Publisher: New York : National Library Co.
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tion of having met hersomewhere before. Now he saw everything clearly. He comprehended that hisneighbour Jondrette had hit upon the trade, in his distress,of working upon the charity of benevolent persons; that heprocured addresses, and wrote under supposititious names topeople whom he supposed to be rich and charitable, letterswhich his children delivered at their risk and peril; for thisfather had come to such a pass that he hazarded his daughters.He was gambling with destiny, and he staked them. Mariuscomprehended that in all probability, judging from theirflight on the previous evening, their panting, their terror, andthe slang words which he overheard, these unfortunates car-ried on some other dark trades; and the result of all this was,in the midst of human society, as it is now constituted, twowretched beings, who were neither children nor girls norwomen, but a species of impure and innocent monster,— theproduct of misery. Melancholy beings, without age, name, or sex, to whom
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While Marius bent upon the girl a pained and astonished gaze, siwalked about the garret with the boldness of a spectre. Les Miserables. Marius: Page 183. MARIUS 183 neither good nor evil is any longer possible, and who, onemerging from childhood have nothing left in the world,neither liberty nor virtue nor responsibility; souls that blos-somed yesterday and are faded to-day, like the flowers thathave fallen in the street, and are splashed with mud whilewraiting for a wheel to crush them. While Marius bent upon the young girl a pained and as-tonished gaze, she walked about the garret with the boldness ofa spectre, without troubling herself in the slightest degreeabout her state of nudity. Now and then her chemise, un-fastened and torn, fell almost to her waist. She moved thechairs about, disturbed the toilet articles on the chest ofdrawers, examined Mariuss clothes, and rummaged in everycorner. Why, she said, you have a looking-glass! And she hummed, as if she had been alone, bits of l

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