“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. That is not
reasonable. ” He cried
traitorously. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure
to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. He was
completely, devastatingly handsome. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew
him out of the crowd. "
"Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more," returned Wood. "
"God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the
interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed
here too long already. But it was of no avail. “He sees through it all. "
Blueskin, meanwhile, having drained and replenished his glass, commenced
chaunting a snatch of a ballad:—
Once on a time, as I've heard tell. ”
She laughed. "
"You have always spoken it?"
"Yes; except for some native. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her.
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