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Here you are, young,
sound, with a heart that will recover in no time, provided you keep liquor out of
it. 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. He shot
at me at the ‘Unusual,’ and the magistrates bound him over to keep the peace. What a pity! But why?
There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should
drink, knowing the inevitable payment. He wrote
poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly
infinite memory. Glad you're home safe.
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