[A smile touches his lips. A compliment given to a child is one given to the parent, as she as a mother must know.]
Her curls, I suppose.
[The color may come from the man who sired her and abandoned mother and child shortly thereafter, but he cannot say. His gaze drifts to the adjacent pod, wherein lies a woman whose hair is shorn and whose face is gaunt as if by the mark of illness. From the angle at which they presently stand, Jean Valjean's countenance is obscured as he considers this woman.]
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Her curls, I suppose.
[The color may come from the man who sired her and abandoned mother and child shortly thereafter, but he cannot say. His gaze drifts to the adjacent pod, wherein lies a woman whose hair is shorn and whose face is gaunt as if by the mark of illness. From the angle at which they presently stand, Jean Valjean's countenance is obscured as he considers this woman.]