At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think. “Oh, but life is difficult!” she groaned. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. Darell's peculiar bent of mind was exemplified in a rusty broadsword, a tall grenadier's cap, a musket without lock or ramrod, a belt and cartouch-box, with other matters evincing a decided military taste. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. Already Cosette was her chosen friend.
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