“How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. Carp, tench, and roach were so divided that even the fins, heads and fleshless spines were sold. “Will he die?” she asked. “I am staying at the Savoy. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster.
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