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No, don’t interrupt me. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. ‘Maman?’ ‘How touching,’ said a sarcastic voice behind her in French. She noticed an odd new gleam in Michelle’s eyes, a focus she had not noticed before. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. I see that compromise is more necessary to life than I ignorantly supposed it to be, and I have been trying to get Lord Morley’s book on that subject, but it does not appear to be available in the prison library, and the chaplain seems to regard him as an undesirable writer. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. Vee’s all right.
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