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 1       V|   bandits, who had despatched a letter from their captive to Rome,
 2    VIII|    Colosseum.~ ~At this point a letter was delivered to the princess.
 3      IX|     CHAPTER IX.~ ~THE ANONYMOUS LETTER.~ ~No sooner had her lawyer
 4      IX|      her lawyer left her than a letter was delivered to Blanka
 5      IX|     suicide.~ ~But what if this letter were merely a trap? Who
 6      IX|       this morning an anonymous letter," she continued, "and as
 7      IX|        have never written you a letter," declared Manasseh.~ ~"
 8      IX|         it." She handed him the letter.~ ~How quickly the young
 9      IX|       family?~ ~He returned the letter to its owner. "Just like
10       X| princess produced the anonymous letter she had that morning received.
11       X|        no sooner glanced at the letter than he perceived that the
12       X|         exclaimed, throwing the letter down on the table.~ ~"But
13       X|        Caldariva wrote you that letter."~ ~"The Marchioness Caldariva?
14       X|       are broken off. Read this letter."~ ~"A devilish plot!" cried
15     XII|     that I wrote that anonymous letter?"~ ~Blanka looked at the
16     XVI|   HAZARD.~ ~After finishing his letter, Manasseh took a number
17     XVI|     pocketbook itself, with his letter, under Aaron's pillow. On
18     XIX|        Did you receive Blanka's letter, - the one she wrote you
19     XIX|         by him. As to this last letter of Blanka's, however, he
20     XIX|        I learned all about that letter, too, a month ago."~ ~"And
21     XIX|    necessary to announce in his letter that he had changed his
22     XIX|       already learned, from her letter which she wrote me in November,
23     XIX| assistance from me? Didn't this letter come into your hands?"[224]~ ~
24     XIX|      would merely reply to this letter: 'It is a matter of indifference
25   XXIII|       They wrote me a beautiful letter, both of them on one sheet
26   XXIII|        on one sheet of paper, a letter full of love and kindness.
27   XXIII|       when they had written the letter they even coaxed the stiff-necked
28    XXIV|       Thence every month came a letter to Toroczko, to Blanka Adorjan,
29   XXVII| greeting, he handed him an open letter. The Hungarian took it and
30  XXVIII|     before him. A half-finished letter lay under the writer's hand,