In one hovel, seven-year-old Ashraf is working a ten-hour day alongside his gaunt and bearded grandfather.
His cellar-to-attic survey of his beloved house covers the habits, gadgets and techniques that have allowed mankind to move from cave to hovel to mansion.
Satan must have occasionally crouched down in some corner of the hovel in which Thenardier dwelt, and have fallen a-dreaming in the presence of this hideous masterpiece.
I have an isolated hovel yonder, behind the ruins of the old convent, in a corner which no one ever looks into.
