The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. The image did not move. What more was to be done? Frith’s investigations had proved fruitful, and the man was now keeping an eye on Valade. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him.
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