Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. “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. Stones and brickbats were showered on all sides, and Mr.
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