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XII
The Robbers
Presently into a ray of moonlight came two villainous faces, villainous as far as Clotilde could see them under the slouched hats which cast them into evil shadows. One was dark, with a scar running across the nose from eye to lip. And one was puffed and purple, with a short red beard bristling on cheek and chin.
Clotilde’s heart sank. She jumped to her feet and tried to dodge into the shadow, for she knew these were no friends. But it was too late. One of the men, he with the livid scar, had spied her, and came running up.
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