“I think,” she said, “that I would rather not have anything to say about that man. 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. Earles attended her obsequiously to the door. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes.
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