White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. In a convent, you understand, one is like a servant, even if one is a lady.
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