’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated. “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. It was now a quarter past twelve. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial.
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