It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. Both girls looked pale and listless. 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. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. She is in Wild's power. Almost had Martha won out. I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating. ’ The fellow seized on this. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square.
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