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‘You are too shrewd for me, ma’am. There was a young lad ahead of her. There were three other ships at anchor; but as two would be making Shanghai and one rounding to Singapore two days hence, it was logically certain that no fugitive would seek haven in one of these. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed. She laughed a little contemptuously. 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. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within.
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