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Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. 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. You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me. I haven't touched the other. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now.
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