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There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. \" He perked up, ready to make conversation. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. " "Jack's mother?" exclaimed the young man. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. 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. ’ ‘You’re going to break into the house? You’re mad. ‘Then I am not mad in the least.
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