"It happened, gentlemen," pursued the Master, "on a particular occasion, about
the time I've mentioned, that the Archduke of Alsatia, the Sovereign of the
Savoy, and the Satrap of Salisbury Court, met by accident at the Cross Shovels. 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. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with
still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater
than his own. “All my dreadful scientific things,” said Ann Veronica. How the deuce did I ever manage to
father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded
Catholic nun. 50
\"You might mention her, but don't mention the
Prom. How she had hated it!… All these
mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her
brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. It was like pouring a strong acid over
dulled metal.
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