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    — There was a pause, as Fantine contemplated the question. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was her mirror. The young woman loved nothing more than to gaze at her reflection, playing with the curls of her lush, golden locks, or staring into her own blue eyes. The azure sparkle of them seemed to enchant even herself. It was also worth mentioning the beauty of the object. Though once-golden, the handle worn down and slightly tarnished, it was ornate; small pearls lining the reflective surface. She was proud of it, despite its age.

    However, upon thinking these things over in her mind, did it not make Fantine seem vain? If she was, then she accepted it, but as she was also modest, she couldn’t say that the mirror was her favourite object. Pulling thoughtfully at the ribbon of her bonnet, she replied with a delicate smile,