The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil. ’ ‘How can you possibly enquire for her?’ demanded Hilary acidly. 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. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target.
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