Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. 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. “It is a secret mission,” she declared. “Very likely. His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. I saw him lying on the footway.
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