She began to weep in long, aching sobs. “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. ” “How would you know I’m not ready? I’m older than you, remember? Sometimes you act so worldly, as if you’d seen it all. Hoped you'd not be retaken. "I was in the right, you see, father," observed Thames, smiling; "Jack has done his task.
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