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“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. . I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig. . ’ ‘Then you will not be disappointed. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. Meantime, O'Higgins wended his way to the Victoria, mulling over this and that phase, all matters little and big that bore upon the chase. We're told, that 'Whoso is partner with a thief hateth his own soul.
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