“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
room and threw open the door. The drawing-room was empty.
“Fantine!” she called. “Where are you?” There was no answer, and Lily entered her state-room.
Fantine was kneeling by the bed with her beads in her hand, praying, and before her lay a tiny pair of baby’s shoes.
Something touched Lily’s heart,—something of pity and of jealousy combined.
“Poor thing!” she thought, and for a moment was tempted to place her arms around the bowed shoulders. Then she drew back into her parlor.
“What ’s the use!” she murmured, and closed the door.
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