“You MUST,” he said, “because of my depression. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy. It consisted of a full-dress coat of brown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamond buckles; pearlcoloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslin cravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace; ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips of his fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. . It’s no half reform either. He was not there. But then he began to take steps, and, at last, strides to something more and more like predominance. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. . ’ ‘I think you understand me very well.
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