“Punctual. What’s your name?” He asked in return. “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. Pure luck! But for that bottle of whisky, nobody in the Hong-Kong Hotel would have been able to identify the photograph; and at this hour James Boyle O'Higgins would have been on the way to Yokohama, and the trail lost for ever. She deserves what has befallen her. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. “I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell— unless you choose to go before.
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