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"There's his knock. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Let us be gone. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. 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. There is no further hope. Without Jack, it was certain that she faced danger if she went outside Golden Square. ” He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room.
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