Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. Hoddy. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced.
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