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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. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. . " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. " Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan. It now occurred to him that she had always been fully dressed. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries.
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