"I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. "Not my king's," returned Wood. Wood, "it may be poisoned. A cup of lies. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. 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.
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