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Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. "Well, well; look who's here!" cried Spurlock. She vanished from the laboratory for a week, a week of oddly interesting days. "At a thought. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. Thank you for walking me home the other day. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. " "There's a funny idea in my head. Leastways, not on your own.
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