“Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. “He’s got almost to like it. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right. They decided quite audibly, “She’s an Old Dear, anyhow.
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