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“Là, au milieu du pavé, — il était midi, — un grand soleil, — une créature dansait. Une créature si belle que Dieu l’eût préférée à la Vierge, et l’eût choisie pour sa mère, et eût voulu naître d’elle si elle eût existé quand il se fit homme !”

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Book:Notre-Dame de Paris
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Notre-Dame de Paris

Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris is a historical novel that delves into the life of Quasimodo, a deformed bell-ringer in the iconic Notre-Dame Cathedral. The story is rich with historical detail and vividly portrays the social and religious tensions of the time. more

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Victor Hugo
Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo, a French romantic poet, novelist, and playwright, was born on February 26, 1802, and died on May 22, 1885. He is considered one of the greatest writers in French literary history, known for his profound humanistic concerns and rich imagination. more

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