She was the High Priestess. " "May I look at it, Sir!" said Austin, stepping towards him. 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. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. "Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. "I will bear the body. Shall I sew it on for you?" "If you wish.
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