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"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. Sir John stood upon the threshold. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. 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. Honestly, I never did. “My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house.
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