Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. 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 brought a man with me who is posted outside,” he remarked. You must live for me. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. No doubt he has been drinking for days without eating substantially, and his heart gave out. She cursed herself for a fool. But she did not know what he knew, that it would always be rolling up, enlivened by suggestion, no matter how trifling.
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