Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. John. ” “Then I,” she said, “have too much character. " Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping.
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