1 The smoke in the street was like a fog.
Les Misérables 5 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER XV—GAVROCHE OUTSIDE 2 Marius is a fog, and he must have found a vapor.
Les Misérables 4 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 12: CHAPTER II—PRELIMINARY GAYETIES 3 Somewhere in the fog of the ancient hells, there is a tun like that.
Les Misérables 5 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 6: CHAPTER IV—THE IMMORTAL LIVER 68 4 A man could, however, plunge into that wall of fog and it was necessary so to do.
Les Misérables 5 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER I—THE SEWER AND ITS SURPRISES 5 By dint of advancing, he reached a point where the fog of the fusillade became transparent.
Les Misérables 5 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER XV—GAVROCHE OUTSIDE 6 His whole life was now summed up in two words; absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
Les Misérables 4 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I—THE LARK'S MEADOW 7 Around him darkness, fog, solitude, the stormy and nonsentient tumult, the undefined curling of those wild waters.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VIII—BILLOWS AND SHADOWS 8 Winter: no warmth, no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, twilight; the window is gray; it is impossible to see clearly at it.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 5: CHAPTER X—RESULT OF THE SUCCESS 9 A metaphysical school of the North, impregnated to some extent with fog, has fancied that it has worked a revolution in human understanding by replacing the word Force with the word Will.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContextHighlight In BOOK 7: CHAPTER VI—THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF PRAYER 10 Terrible, toad-like tongue which goes and comes, leaps, crawls, slobbers, and stirs about in monstrous wise in that immense gray fog composed of rain and night, of hunger, of vice, of falsehood, of injustice, of nudity, of suffocation, and of winter, the high noonday of the miserable.
11 The plain was gloomy; low-hanging, black, crisp fogs crept over the hills and wrenched themselves away like smoke: there were whitish gleams in the clouds; a strong breeze which blew in from the sea produced a sound in all quarters of the horizon, as of some one moving furniture; everything that could be seen assumed attitudes of terror.