To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. CHAPTER XII. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace.
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