There was a strange quality of steel in this pretty creature. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. The imbecile. He awoke, strangely content. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. .
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