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. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. They had their little dreams about her. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry.
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