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The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. You’re such a strange girl. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl.
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