Once, long ago, Clarisse had walked here, where he was walking now.

They were mostly other courtesans she'd once known, along with Madame Clarisse.

Clarisse was a strong swimmer, but even she wasn't making any progress.

Simonne and Clarisse were discussing the dead woman's diamonds in low tones.

I lunged forward and grabbed Clarisse by the straps of her armor.

A zombie sailor burst out of the hold and ran to Clarisse.

Clarisse was enraptured, having just obtained the part of Geraldine from Bordenave.

Simonne and Clarisse had gone off with a great rustling of skirts.

Even though he was only a figure in the steam, Clarisse flinched.

Clarisse went flying backward and landed in a smoldering patch of grass.

The thing was: I'd almost forgotten this quest was supposed to be Clarisse's.

Ares bared his teeth, but I'd seen his threatening look before on Clarisse.

He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over the pot of boiling water.

If he fought me, he'd lose valuable time chasing after Clarisse.

Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me being 'Big Three' material.

Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me.