“He leaned against the writing desk and stayed there till nightfall, lost in sorrowful thoughts. After all, she had loved him.”

“He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.”

“She had always loved him, after all. And perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he saw more than she had suspected. And despite it, he did not look away.”

“He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her, “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going togive you that Orgasm you asked for.” He thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him.”

“She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?”

“He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.”