[The sudden flash of the camera had startled Jean Valjean, but he had shortly recovered and continued along his way. However, with his vision marred by violet spots, imprinted by the flashing light, he had failed to notice the photographs drifting to the ground like autumn leaves at his feet.
When he is approached by the young man, he is about to deny ownership for these papers he has never seen — but then he is startled by the image preserved in the foremost photograph. It features himself, as seen from perhaps several paces away, in mid stride with a serene smile adorning his countenance; at his side, and it is to there that his eyes are drawn, both in the photograph and the present, walks Cosette. Her hair catches the sunlight and her expression is sweet. His heart soars and aches at once for this sight he has not seen in months while in stasis she sleeps.
Finally, he finds his voice. His expression remains bemused.]
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When he is approached by the young man, he is about to deny ownership for these papers he has never seen — but then he is startled by the image preserved in the foremost photograph. It features himself, as seen from perhaps several paces away, in mid stride with a serene smile adorning his countenance; at his side, and it is to there that his eyes are drawn, both in the photograph and the present, walks Cosette. Her hair catches the sunlight and her expression is sweet. His heart soars and aches at once for this sight he has not seen in months while in stasis she sleeps.
Finally, he finds his voice. His expression remains bemused.]
Where did you get these?