\" She whispered back. “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. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort.
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