’ Melusine threw her hands in the air. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. “I wish you would not do it. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins. I was grateful.
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