F a n t i n e & C o s e t t e
In the depths of Fantine’s nature, we know dwelt modesty and virtue. She had a vague feeling that she was on the eve of falling into distress. She must have courage, she had it, and bore up bravely.
There was in Cosette’s veins the blood of the bohemian and of the adventuress who goes barefoot. It must be remembered that she was rather a lark than a dove. She was wild and brave at heart.