Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. No, don’t interrupt me. . She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. ” “I can’t work. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. “Nigel, don’t you understand.
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