” Lucy wanted badly to believe her. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. ’ Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next. “The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked. I get along with my Mom sometimes, Lucy. Indeed, a note of weeping broke her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money was a loan!” “Loan!” “You yourself called it a loan!” “Euphuism. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. And in its way it was very well. 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. Horrible doubts assailed her. ‘So it would appear.
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