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The echoes of his
hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. She could not make up her mind
which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. "
"Loves!" echoed Winifred, slightly colouring. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other
guests. They did not care—
servant or master, it meant nothing. He slapped his knee. Davies!" he added,
calling to the attendant, who was menacing Wood with a severe retaliation,
"don't heed him; but, if you value a whole skin, come into the house, and bring
that woman with you. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. I have
slept with it under my pillow. 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.
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