“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. Well-born, welleducated; those are the lads that pay in full. " On quitting the Lodge, Wild repaired to his own habitation.
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