Cosette looked up at him with very grateful eyes, her faith in the human race at least partly restored. There might be terrible men like the one who had run into her, but there were good ones, too, as this young man proved to her.
"Thank you, thank you so much," she said, taking the books from him. "I didn't see him, truly I didn't, until it was too late." She might have been blaming herself a little, because the man had made her feel like it was her fault.
"But I appreciate your kindness." She curtsied to him. "My name is Cosette."