The Supper at Mr. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. "The other kid's given my partner the
slip. They walked past his old
jungle gym set to a hilly park that dwelled sleepily beyond
his house. ’ And with that he went off to
the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon
hardly touched. ”
“Can’t we go down into Italy?”
“No,” he said; “it won’t run to that now. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his
destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. She never had been much of a looker,
but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair
the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a
roe skin pelt. I learned of your
betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by
eavesdropping. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. ”
She shook her head. 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.
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