“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. Holding a link into the place, which had the appearance of a deep pit, Blueskin noticed a body richly dressed. Stanley pointed to the letter with a pipe he had drawn from his jacket pocket.
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