There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God. They carried no more than bare subsistence wages; and they demanded all her time and energy. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. 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. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing.
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