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“How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. He inspected the formidable array of rifles and at length walked over to the register. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. "What is this?" she wanted to know. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. "What would you like most in this world?" he asked. I do not intend to allow you to forget. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. You are greatly altered. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. 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.
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