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"She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. 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. I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is
for your good. An unhappy little
sigh escaped her. ”
“No doubt. I——”
The door was thrown open. ” She
gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch
of icy dirt road. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. He sat on the bed, throwing
aside his hat. In the next place, she really had some
pretensions to beauty.
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