“MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. And, besides, she didn’t just immediately want to make her attempt. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. No further responsibility whatever.
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