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She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll.
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