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He stood by her side,
and he suffered her hands to rest in his. Or I should say—’
‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible
extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. The turnkey looked
round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. “Soon enough, John. She
had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he
loved her still. 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. Your purpose is done. Forgive me.
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