But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness. She opened and read it at once. . "You are no longer Thames Darrell," she said, casting her eyes rapidly over it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin Chen.
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