was visible
here and there and everywhere black and blue spots could be descried,
which marked the places where the Thenardier woman had touched her. 
Her naked legs were thin and red.  The hollows in her neck were
enough to make one weep.  This child's whole person, her mien,
her attitude, the sound of her voice, the intervals which she
allowed to elapse between one word and the next, her glance,
her silence, her slightest gesture, expressed and betrayed one
sole idea,--wordnetfear.

wordnetfear was diffused all over her; she was covered with it, so to speak;
wordnetfear drew her elbows close to her hips, withdrew her heels under
her petticoat, made her occupy as little space as possible,
allowed her only the breath that was absolutely necessary, and had
become what might be called the habit of her body, admitting of no
possible variation except an increase.  In the depths of her eyes
there was an astonished nook where wordnetfear lurked.

Her wordnetfear was such, that on her arrival, wet as she was, Cosette did
not dare to approach the  and dry herself, but sat silently
down to her work again.

The expression in the glance of that child of eight years was habitually
so gloomy, and at times so tragic, that it seemed