He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. 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. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. But she was relentless. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason.
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