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. "
"Yes. But all that could be
ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in
the direction of London. She could have traded it for gold
nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she
did not. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. In privacy
he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. "Now, step this way, Mr. federal laws and your state's laws. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some
sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. His
attention drawn, the captain was easily able to make out the pretty features under
the feathered hat, and the same dark riding habit the fugitive had worn on that
first occasion at Remenham House. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening
and it had escaped him altogether.
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