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“I can say no more. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. This is a plot entirely abominable, and I scorn to be part of it. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. I'm not sure I'd go out with him anyway. ” Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. 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. Sydney was watching her eagerly.
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