You told him there wasn't anything in the pockets?" "Yes. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. " He patted her hand. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. 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. He got off on it. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured.
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