Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. But I want to know whether in such an event you would stand by me?” She held out her hand. ” She sat motionless, with her hand tightening over the edge of the table, and he, too, said no more. I’m behaving shockingly, I know. ” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. A live man. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. . . ’ She shook her head. The door to the library burst open. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion.
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