At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. "Do you call this frantic glee happiness?" "It's all the happiness I have known for years," returned the widow, becoming suddenly calm, "and it's short-lived enough, as you perceive. For a few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage in the conflict. ‘You were right, miss. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park.
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