“I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. “Indeed!” Anna answered indifferently. Yon must be mine to-night. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. 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. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened.
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