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VICTOR HUGO.IV.
Love is a mystery. A little friend of mine down in the country, at Auvergne, said to me one day: "Victor, Love is the world,--it contains everything." She was only sixteen, this sharp-witted little girl, and a beautiful blonde. She thought everything of me. Fantine was one of those women who do wrong in the most virtuous and touching manner. This is a peculiarity of French grisettes. You are an Englishman, and you don`t understand. Learn, my friend, learn. Come to Paris and improve your morals. Fantine was the soul of modesty. She always wore high-neck dresses. High-neck dresses are a sign of modesty. Fantine loved Tholmoyes. Why? My God! What are you to do? It was the fault of her parents, and she hadn`t any. How shall you teach her? You must teach the parent if you wish to educate the child. How would you become virtuous? Teach your grandmother!
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