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This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't take the other fifty. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. Quilt was not long in following his example. “I’ve broken off my engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in her neck.
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