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"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. I thought he was in Newgate. "So he may," rejoined Abraham, aloud, "so he may. Not all of us, but some of us. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. Already Cosette was her chosen friend.
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