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. Sheila decided to do a little laundry one day, clothes that were in Lucy’s hamper, a dirty clothes bin that Lucy had insisted that she have for herself separate from the family one. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere.
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