“I shall not speak,” he said, “now or at any other time. “It will spoil your life. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. ‘Poor Hilary. “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.
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