Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. But she disapproved more and more of her own mental austerity. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. "Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. I spent this afternoon in detention.
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