“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. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. But at the same time, I must say plainly that I think your presence here just now would be a great misfortune. The first circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous. . “Don’t know me, eh? I like that.
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