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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. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. "Auntie?" he cried.
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