‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. 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. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris. Of course, it was ridiculous, this inclination to assist the fugitive, based as it was upon an intangible university idea. The mock astonishment of his face immediately became genuine. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself.
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