Jean Valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishop with an expression which no human tongue can describe.

“Want de liefde is als een boom, die vanzelf groeit, zijn wortels diep uit doet …”

“It seemed as though he had for a soul the book of the natural law.”

“Look down and show some mercy if you can. Look down, look down, upon your fello…”

“And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, an…”