The other lay unconscious in a heap. Cosette sat under the table, still as a
mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. Anything. Being in a great
hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must
have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam
immediately over his head. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. But women—women as a rule don’t throw
themselves into things like that. He next twisted the heavy gyves round and
round, and partly by main strength, partly by a dexterous and well-applied jerk,
sapped asunder the central link by which they were attached to the padlock. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the
table. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but
without any name or date. He was a young man of
about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress
or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable
expression of cunning pervading his countenance. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great
horrid hands. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches.
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