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I ought to have gone long ago. What need had she of Gerald, or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying, crying, crying. I waited for them to get right out of the grounds. He believes that he is leaving this conscience behind; and I want to watch his disillusion on this particular point. “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.
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