” His father interjected. ” “It’s very kind of you—” began Ann Veronica. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. “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. . I'll wait for you down here. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. She was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian.
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