The little girls skipped, the larger ones danced. In this cloister, play was mingled with heaven. Nothing was so entrancing and exquisite as all these fresh, blooming souls.

None are allowed to shut themselves up and to have a home, a room. They live in open cells. When they meet one another, one says, “Praise and adoration to the Most Holy Sacrament of the altar!” The other responds, “Forever.”

Anyone at all familiar with old folios knows that in 1425 Martin Verga founded a congregation of Bernardine-Benedictines, with their chief convent at Salamanca and a subsidiary at Alcalá.

While the voices were singing, Jean Valjean was entirely absorbed in them. He no longer saw the night; he saw a blue sky. He seemed to feel the spreading of the wings we all have within us.

Truly at that instant, if Jean Valjean had had a kingdom, he would have given it for a rope.

Later, when we are no longer there, we find that those streets are very dear to us, that we miss the roofs, windows, and doors, that the walls are essential to us, that the trees are beloved, that every day we did enter those houses we never entered, and that we have left something of our affections, our life, and our heart on those paving stones.

But, as he was fifty-five and Cosette only eight, all the love he might have felt through his whole life melted into a sort of ineffable glow. This was the second white vision he had met. The bishop had caused the dawn of virtue on his horizon; Cosette invoked the dawn of love.

everywhere hovels and heaps of trash, old walls as black as widows’ clothes, and new walls as white as shrouds; everywhere, parallel rows of trees, buildings in rigid lines, low, flat structures, long, cold perspectives, and the dreary sameness of right angles. No variation in the terrain, not a caprice of architecture, not a wrinkle. Altogether, i

The doll is one of the most imperative needs, and at the same time one of the most charming instincts, of feminine childhood. To care for, clothe, adorn, dress, undress, dress over again, teach, scold a little, rock, cuddle, put to sleep, pretend that something is somebody—the whole future of the woman is there.