This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. “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. “Very,” said Mr. I went off to round up his wife.
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