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Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. The Ragged Edge. Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. Speedily recovering himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. 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. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. Go easy. ” “Then may I come to the study to-night—after dinner?” “I’m—BUSY!” “It’s important.
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