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One day he picked up a copy of Lettres de mon Moulin from her work-bench.
“You read French, do you?” he cried.
Chapter 10　CLARA02
Clara glanced round negligently. She was making an elastic stocking of heliotrope silk, turning the Spiral machine with slow, balanced regularity, occasionally bending down to see her work or to adjust the needles; then her magnificent neck, with its down and fine pencils of hair, shone white against the lavender, lustrous silk. She turned a few more rounds, and stopped.