2180 Les Miserables
sorbed in words addressed to God.
He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling,
bowed beneath the dying man whom he was dragging af-
ter him, all dripping with slime, and his soul filled with a
strange light.
2180 Les Miserables
sorbed in words addressed to God.
He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling,
bowed beneath the dying man whom he was dragging af-
ter him, all dripping with slime, and his soul filled with a
strange light.