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. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. I wanted to speak to you first. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his.
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