E. She sat herself upon the bed. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. "Done!" cried Shotbolt. “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. Outside the door stood one of the soldiers. You are too kind.
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