Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. He hadn't played fair. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune. His literary instincts began to stir. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek.
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