" "Well, take a chair," rejoined Kneebone. Sheppard, gently, "nor do I need any. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. " "Mr. She shut the door behind her. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with excited terror and astonishment at her move. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books.
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