CHAPTER I THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 The night of the 16th to the 17th of February, 1833, was a blessed night. Above its shadows heaven stood open. It was the wedding night of Marius and Cosette. The day had been adorable. It had not been the grand festival dreamed by the grandfather, a fairy spectacle, with a confusion of cherubim and Cupids over the heads of the bridal pair, a marriage worthy to form the subject …showed first 75 words of 3238 total…

…showed last 75 words of 3238 total…easy to find out a wedding-party that passed through the street on a Shrove Tuesday, a week afterwards. A pin in a hay-mow! It ain't possible!" "That don't matter. You must try. You understand me, Azelma." The two files resumed their movement on both sides of the boulevard, in opposite directions, and the carriage of the maskers lost sight of the "trap" of the bride. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography** http://www.bookrags.com/books/lesms5/PART52.htm