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‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. Cosette sat under the table, still as a
mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. No, don’t let me call myself that. Nicholas is dead. “You can keep him at arm’s
length. But always this new phase in life which civilization
called convention threw up barrier after barrier. She felt she
had stepped into a world of unknown usages. Sir John looked about him, and somehow the
laugh died away. "I sha'n't offer any of these to you two," he said; "but I know you won't mind me
having an imitation king's peg. "
So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. “He would never have found you out if
you had not personated me. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to
the main business of the convent as a house of God.
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