“Your affectionate “FATHER. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. “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. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. Please sit with me. You are you. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. No fear o' that. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. “I was half hoping that I might be allowed to see you home.
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