“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. Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. " And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. ” “That’s horrible!” He gasped.
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