After the twins were past the toddling age, Clotilde finally caught on when the children cleaved to Lucia’s breast when it was time to leave for a fortnight abroad. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “Suppose I chuck it,” she remarked, standing with the mauve slip in her hand —“suppose I chuck it, and surrender and go home! Perhaps, after all, Roddy was right! “Father keeps opening the door and shutting it, but a time will come— “I could still go home!” She held Ramage’s check as if to tear it across. "She is in his power, and I am here, chained hand and foot, unable to assist her.
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