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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. . The knife is at my breast. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. Because I’m younger than you.
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