On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. “I am in love with you. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. For now, I fear there is something worse, something more present. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. That’s the fact of the matter.
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