" Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the attendant departed. She was dressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. 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. I’ll be ready in a moment. " Trenchard took up a pen. Hill again—alive. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly.
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