’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. “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. Kneebone assumed a mysterious air; and bringing his lips close to Mrs. And so she came upon the word Love. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now.
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