Isabel Hapgood

"Promise me!"

"I promise."

"Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.—I shall feel it."

"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you."

The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall of his own family, the tragic spectacles of '93, which were, perhaps, even more alarming to the emigrants who viewed them from a distance, with the magnifying powers of terror

he is obeyed, because he is a just man among simple men.

Your Grace [Votre Grandeur]

As he spoke all tongues, he entered into all hearts.

To dare; that is the price of progress.

Would you abandon them for that? Would you turn their distress into a malediction?

with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a heart absolutely sombre and empty.

Still, he had a father and a mother. But his father did not think of him, and his mother did not love him.