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 won't give him a chance. The blood will rest on your head. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. Good riddance to bad rubbish. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully.
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