Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In yout — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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