[ That wasn't what she'd meant. She'd meant their origins, their backgrounds. and now he was scolding again. She takes a deep breath, trying to control herself, to prevent the tears, to stop herself from saying something else she'd regret.]
Cosette is perfect, Sir.
[Her tone dripped with bitterness, sarcasm. God, Cosette. It should be HER!]
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[ That wasn't what she'd meant. She'd meant their origins, their backgrounds. and now he was scolding again. She takes a deep breath, trying to control herself, to prevent the tears, to stop herself from saying something else she'd regret.]
Cosette is perfect, Sir.
[Her tone dripped with bitterness, sarcasm. God, Cosette. It should be HER!]