’ Gerald eyed her with interest. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Occasionally she would be missing a sock or a bra, so she took to storing those things in her gym locker. By this action, Lucy already knew what the answer was. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Already Cosette was her chosen friend.
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