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‘That is what you thought of me. I tell you what, 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. It would not burden him with any
obligation. “We will try and make you happy, my dear, so that you
may learn that lovemaking is perhaps a little more than
your idea of a woman’s duty. For
the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and
walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less
crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. He must not in any way call
their attention to it. “I was hoping to be able to
secure a few minutes’ conversation with you, Miss Pellissier.
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