complacently youll let me have her tonight, and ill return her safe in the morning. No, no, interposes clotilda, mistaking mcarstrows object. She crouches down on the blanket, as if shrinking from a deadly assault let me remain, even in my cell. She draws the children to her side. Dont mistake me, my girl i am a friend. I want you for franconia rovero. She is fond of you, you know. Franconia. She exclaims with joy, starting to her feet at the