" "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. Mr. "I thought as much," continued Jonathan. Her features were still slightly marked by the disorder alluded to in the description of her as a child,—but that was the only drawback to her beauty. “How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon.
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