Mrs. "After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. Nor was he long in making it available. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face upon her. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. 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. She felt the warm nearness of his.
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