“Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. Besides, it did not fit her well, which was why the loose wimple had slipped. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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