“No, the only person I told before tonight was my mother and father. . ’ Gerald turned and came back to her. Mr. “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. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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