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They are their mother’s sons. S. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. I won't give him a chance. "I shall breathe more freely dere. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, these two must epitomise it. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. 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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