” He mumbled, driving on. " "Ah, I see. She held out the foil. Well, I shall be sorry to lose him, Mr. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. In any case, he is liable to discover it at any time. 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 didn’t believe him and I said so. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. ‘Good God! Everett Charvill, as I live.
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