’ ‘But you do not make love,’ Melusine pointed out. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. 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. The image did not move. ” “It is my wish to be alone,” she said wearily.
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