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The reader will permit us one other little digression, utterly foreign to this book.

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She would have softened a heart of granite; but a heart of wood cannot be softened.

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Only the little lark never sang.

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Love each other. Be foolish about it. Love is the folly of men and the wit of God. Adore each other.

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There are queer spots on those great men.

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When she entered the lowly cabin, she filled it with paradise. Jean Valjean blossomed out and felt his happiness increase with the happiness which he afforded Cosette.

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He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him:—
“Let me sleep here.”

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Citizens, whatever happens to-day, through our defeat as well as through our victory, it is a revolution that we are about to create. As conflagrations light up a whole city, so revolutions illuminate the whole human race.

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Well, the monarchy is a foreigner; oppression is a stranger; the right divine is a stranger.

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What, then, is progress? We have just enunciated it; the permanent life of the peoples.

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…to garnish the revolution with a shade.

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As for Marius, “that booby of a lawyer,”…

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This book is a drama, whose leading personage is the Infinite.

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Nothing of this triumph reached Fauchelevent in his hut; he went on grafting, weeding, and covering up his melon beds, without in the least suspecting his excellences and his sanctity.

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In that heart, where there had been a wound, there was a scar.

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The joy which we inspire has this charming property, that, far from growing meagre, like all reflections, it returns to us more radiant than ever.

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The convict was transfigured into Christ.

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Their faces almost touched. Javert’s look was terrible. Jean Valjean remained inert beneath Javert’s grasp, like a lion submitting to the claws of a lynx.

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I know not what vent-hole daylight habitually illumined his soul.

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The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.

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The disquieting point about it was, that the shadow had assuredly not been a phantom. Phantoms do not wear round hats.