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She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. 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. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me.
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