"And I," muttered Jack. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper,
drawing his chair closer to hers. 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. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering
an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. No wonder we are anxious that nothing should happen to make him
change his mind. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
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unless you comply with paragraph 1. “Can you give me any information as to this affair?” he asked.
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