” A man who had been sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes at an adjacent table had risen to his feet and stood suddenly before them. ‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. 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. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. I saw him lying on the footway. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. Her cargo is nearly shipped.
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