She observed the tides, amazed by how high the water could rise, almost touching the tops of the cliffs. 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. She flailed against the doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in the slightest by her resistance. " "No," cried the lady, "this room—I recollect—it has a back window.
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