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But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. Why should I?” “At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. Don't ask any more questions. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. He has often told me that if he could play sober, he would go to America and reap a fortune. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. Above her head was an aura of white fire.
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