Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. Both Spurlock and McClintock stood by their chairs until she was gone. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door.
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