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" Mr. "I can't see him. ” “Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really do not care. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he had greeted her, entering the little private parlour where, Martha being at prayer in their room, she sat alone, reading over and over the letter Mother Abbess had given her and revolving plans in her head. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. It had gone with the rest. 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. “Get me someone, Oracle. Go to her.
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