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Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. "
"Why not?"
"I am a thief, a hunted man. 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. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily
as the punka-boy bestirred himself. ‘Who kills who?’
‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and
leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall.
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