Her two new friends did their best to entertain her. " She sent a covert glance toward the young man. " "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. 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. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. ” “Yes. One of his converted Kanakas dropped in one day. Laying these carefully aside, he restored the drawer to its place. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia.
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