The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood.

“Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak…”

“Come fu che le loro labbra s'incontrarono? Come avviene che l'uccello canta, ch…”

“Venti e nubi, turbini e folate, inutili stelle! Che fare? Disperato s'abbandona…”

“A reflection from this heaven shone upon the bishop. But it was also a luminous…”