“Look here! Aren’t you going a little too far? This—this is degradation—making a fuss with sleeves. “I don’t know. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police. “My dear sweet Lucia. 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. Through no fault of her own. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone.
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