A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. She snapped out of her blissful state and looked at him squarely in the eyes. I shall quit this roof to-morrow. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. ‘That’s why I’m asking.
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