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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. The country was partitioned in a similar manner. That would be an unkind twist of fate. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high. But it was of vital importance to Melusine, and Gerald felt he must pursue it. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot.

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