She smiled encouragingly, laying aside her plate and turning her chair from the table. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. ” She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew her thin shoulders together in a shrug. That is what I must do. 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 don’t believe in the faults. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word.
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