Wood, in equal trepidation. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. CHAPTER THE THIRD THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS Part 1 Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. She pointed hither and yon, smiled and shook her head. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him.
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