Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. There is no Heaven for your mother. “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. “Please go and see that—nothing happens,” she pleaded.
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