You’ve placed me in a very exceptional position, Miss Stanley. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. "Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. 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.
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