She drew a long breath. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. Everywhere there are limitations. . . "I'm afraid I must decline to tell you. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness. Well, that’s the situation.
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