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. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. ‘Do you think it is the man in the moon that I mean? What is it that Gérard has told you?’ ‘That you need help. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. ” She said. "I've lost my wager. Their minds are turned against him. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. So Ruth returned to her room and sorted the books and magazines the doctor had loaned her, inspected the titles and searched for pictures.
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