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“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. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. My reception at West Kensington you know of. ” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot.
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