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She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. It was the bitterest moment of her life. 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. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat.
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