” Her mind went back to that treaty. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—"very bad —very. You see, the trouble is that the matter is in dispute. " As Jonathan said this, Jack's hand involuntarily sought a pistol. ’ ‘That is not your affair. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. ‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. Get nothing out of me. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him. You are my prisoner, murderer.
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