He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. ‘That will be very helpful to me. “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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