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Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. Don't feel fussed upon my account. Lucy sized up the girl. Manning questioned whether when they were bad they were really beautiful or when they were beautiful bad. “Why should one pretend? “Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. "He's a base, deceitful, tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is.
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