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Here he was hotly pursued. ‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. 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. She opened the door to him herself.
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