The pathetic face of little Cosette multiplies on sweatshirts and lampposts all over New York, spread there by the producers of Les Misérables to assert an appeal that fills the Broadway Theater every night with customers who pay up to $50 to pity this battered child of Victor Hugo's imagining
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