She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. ‘Now then,’ said the captain sternly, ‘I’m not going to ask you what you’re doing here. In your heart you know very well that this is absurd. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll.
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