Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien etrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.
La chose simplement d'elle-meme arriva,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.
He sleeps. Although so much he was denied,
He lived; and when his dear love left him, died.
It happened of itself, in the calm way
That in the evening night-time follows day.
from the novel by Victor Hugo. ("The hidden grave")
Bring Me Home
This synopsis is based on the novel. It is my own impression of the story put into my own words. It is my hope that reading this, you will want to go and read the novel for yourself! It is most definitely worth it!