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‘It is in no way your affair, monsieur, and you will unhand me at once. O'Higgins mounted the stairs, his step extraordinarily light for one so heavy. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. “Can you come out tonight?” “Um, sure, I guess. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. Perhaps he truly meant it – perhaps there was a force within him that could withstand the hardships of existing past a mortal lifetime.
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