Chapter 72 MATER DOLOROSA

Citoyen, lui dit Enjoiras, ma mère, c'est la République.

Les Misérables.

Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside,

In a rent stained raiment, the robe of a cast-off bride,

In the dust, in the rainfall sitting, with soiled feet bare,

With the night for a garment upon her, with torn wet hair?

She is fairer of face than