CHAPTER XXVIII. ‘And I do understand. “I came to London unexpectedly, and my friends could not take me in. He went by another name then,—Rykhart Scherprechter I think he called himself. “Go on,” he said. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. “Never mind me. ‘And take you this sword. He used a most awful word! Then he said, ‘It’s Ann Veronica gone to join her sister!’ ‘Gone!’ I said. Do you indeed remember? The smell of decay and cheap methylated spirit!. ‘I don’t want a list of all the nuns resident in your wretched convent. “It has all been a mistake, hasn’t it?” “No more talking,” the doctor interposed.
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