They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. " "As you please, Sir," replied the tapstress, coolly. "'Sdeath! why am I not obeyed?" exclaimed the knight, angrily. Your mind is still subtly sick. "Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. Some day she wanted to be loved as Marius loved Cosette; but there was another character which bit far more deeply into her mind.
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