He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. Not much. He guided her hand to his crotch, which had already grown in size. We were worried. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. Her hormones were raging stupidly.
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