‘Knew you had the lad with you, and thought you were merely delayed. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. She was now permitted freely to study the face.
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