I—listen. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. 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. Spurlock bent his head to the rail.
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