Yet in some
hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life
he was now unexpectedly aware. Smith, "upon my conscience. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again,
hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and
crashing beyond the secret door. What has been the matter?”
“Toothache,” he answered laconically. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. He remembered that he had heard stories about the
wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a
recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant
little coterie of pleasure-seekers. A dozen
shynesses and intellectual barriers were being outflanked or broken down in her
mind. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses.
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