There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession. Living’s just material. 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. "And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole life which gave me so much satisfaction.
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