But the objects in his range of vision remained unchanged. “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. “Mid-thirties. ” “I MUST talk with you.
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