"And who is the magistrate who has reason to complain of the agent?"

　　The moment for closing the debate had arrived.

　　Composed half of light and half of shadow, Napoleon thought himself protected in good and tolerated in evil.

　　No one could have told. One thing is certain, that on the day after the battle, a cuirassier and his horse were found dead among the woodwork of the scales for vehicles at Mont-Saint-Jean, at the very point where the four roads from Nivelles, Genappe, La Hulpe, and Brussels meet and intersect each other.

　　At nightfall, in a meadow near Genappe, Bernard and Bertrand seized by the skirt of his coat and detained a man, haggard, pensive, sinister, gloomy, who, dragged to that point by the current of the rout, had just dismounted, had passed the bridle of his horse over his arm, and with wild eye was returning alone to Waterloo.

　　What matters it if the earth be red! the moon remains white; these are the indifferences of the sky.

　　The Thenardier had cast a glance into the street, and had caught sight of Cosette in her ecstasy.

　　The stranger turned to the Thenardier, without quitting his chair.

　　The two little girls paused in stupefaction; Cosette had dared to take their doll!

　　It was no longer solitude, for there were passers-by; it was not the country, for there were houses and streets; it was not the city, for the streets had ruts like highways, and the grass grew in them; it was not a village, the houses were too lofty.

　　He turned round from time to time and looked behind him. He took care to keep always on the dark side of the street. The street was straight in his rear.

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