So long as she could remember, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. 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. ‘Let me see if our minds are attuned. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived.
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