Clarice loved babies as much as Lucia did and chattered about them day and night. He held in his hands many threads. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. The fates are never so kind to me. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands.
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