She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the
more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed
by long silken lashes. “It may be her salvation. ’
‘Well, she didn’t walk through the walls, that’s certain,’ said Hilary acidly. She had to wear cream and
a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown
sash and a long skirt and her hair up. Posts were offered to all who chose to accept them. ”
“Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. ”
Annabel looked at her with terrified eyes. She was very satisfied about this. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch
wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ‘But I was not there. 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.
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