“A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. 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. Michelle and Missy chatted vigorously in the front seat, oblivious to both the world and other cars on the road. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. No—you shall come with me to Waterloo.
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