\" She waved. “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. ” “You will let us hear from you—let us know where you are, very soon?” Annabel called out from the step. But I can easily bring in a sing-song girl to play for you. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. And listen, John. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried.
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