‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Rollo began to cavort. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. I cannot let you go. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. A quarter of an hour passed.
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