In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. “I want to speak to you. My late husband, I mean. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. In the north they called her Manitou, in the south, Pabothkew. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake.
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