“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. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. He's the only native I trust in these parts. “Nothing so base.
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