Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day,
blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of
the Blessed Virgin. Blood dripped down
one side of her forehead. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the
kettle black!”
“Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those
without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live
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in such a house. You’re the only person I’ve
really given good, straight, unselfish thought to. Prudence was the
substance and Angelina the shadow; for Angelina never offered opinions, she
only agreed with those advanced by Prudence.
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