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What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. . Curiosity to see what a sing-song girl was like took possession of Ruth's thoughts. Sometimes it seemed that she would never recover it. It was the gallows. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair.
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