’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. ” “And I have been dreaming and thinking—” “I am frightfully sorry. 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. From the first I could see that neither believed my story. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. ‘And I don’t mind telling you it goes agin’ the grain with me to let you go free and all, missie. As soon as the manacles were slipped over the prisoner's wrists, and the new padlock secured to the staple, they withdrew. ’ ‘Dear me. That’s what I mean.
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