His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. The Master of the Mint.
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