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. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women.
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