THE LADDER
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itill freser’s face, bereft, still dominating my memory, I barely noticed tter t ing for me in my room.
I didn’t open it until I ranscription, and .
Dear Miss Lea,After all tance your fato be able in some small o return to er.
My initial researced Kingdom ion of ts of Miss er Barroer at Angelfield. I ain number of documents relating to period, and I am compiling a report t you shin a few weeks.
My researc an end. I yet exed my investigation of talian connection, and it is more t some detail arising from throw up a new line of inquiry.
Do not despair. If your governess can be found, I will find her.
Yours sincerely, Emmanuel DrakeI put tter a and gloves. “Come on, to Shadow.
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