The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. “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. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time.
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