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. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. It's gin—a liquor you used to like. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. They rose as she approached. He remembered it suddenly. He did not play golf, but took his exercise on horseback, which was also unsympathetic.
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