‘And it is not only a question
of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. "Certain. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. She's not mischievous—and besides she's chained, and can't reach you. I ask
you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. "
The object of this discussion sat motionless. 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.
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