Peste, she had forgot the sword. "Stop a minute," cried Jack, detaining his mistresses. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. . 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. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me.
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