” She roused herself from some dream at the word. His last actions were futile. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. ” John traced his finger over the meeting point of her breast and her ribcage as they lay naked on his unmade bed. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. When I have traversed the streets a houseless wanderer, driven with curses from every door where I have solicited alms, and with blows from every gateway where I have sought shelter,—when I have crept into some deserted building, and stretched my wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope of repose,—or, worse than all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to horrible temptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one,—when I have felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank of this drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt.
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