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As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her
ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the
mansion. “Has he accused any one yet?”
“Not yet,” he answered. The chapel was crowded to excess. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow. 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. "Married!—no—no," replied the woollen-draper. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. “Turn me. ‘Bête!’
Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow.
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