At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. She lunged without warning again, and
Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up
the little stair. 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. She felt draggled and insulted beyond
redemption. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I
might walk with you to your railway station. You do not make me afraid like this. —'It's all up with us,' says
he; 'they've taken away our charter. Monsieur is going inside perhaps?”
But Sir John’s eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart was beating
with unaccustomed force. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions
which have become my religion. He kept that, but the rest.
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