\" Mike retorted churlishly. 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. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. There were dark
rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know
what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to
the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion,
of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give
below. Wood. ”
She was silent.
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