’ He sighed elaborately. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. She prevaricated. . “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. You know I call that positively wicked.
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