Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. What the devil is her name, now we know she isn’t you?’ ‘Yolande,’ supplied Melusine. “P. White. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed.
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