However, no one had discovered me, so I contrived to drag myself to my horse. ’ Charvill eyed the girl with resentment. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile across the table at him, “is here. . ” He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he at once abandoned the subject. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. Auntie has taken the nails out of my palms, but the scars will always be there.
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