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” “Yes, it is. Made me fetch up Trodger and a couple more men, and together we searched his luggage and got hold of every single paper the man possessed. “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. “Not a bit. “Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. There isn’t.
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