"The door's open, and the room empty. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way.
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