Already Cosette was her chosen friend. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. As if it were she, and not Melusine, who had been hurt by the imposters. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. ‘I’m a soldier, missie.
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