Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. In the first place, it will be damnably dull. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips.
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