There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. That's the job. ‘I did not send you a card because in the normal way of things you rarely attend such affairs. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. “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. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. I have suffered all this. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about.
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