the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind. Auteur: Victor Hugo Copy Quote More from Victor Hugo “Chapter” “And that is how a self-seeking hotchpotch distorts and debases the very finest …” “Que faut-il pour faire évanouir ces larves? de la lumière. De la lumière à flot…” “If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not …”