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"Mr. ’
‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. “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. He waved a cordial
goodbye. She watched
them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window
until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched
upon. ” She said bitterly. "
"Where?"
"At Yale. Your mother, for what it’s worth to
you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for
Nicholas. "I was afraid it would be so. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the
recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association
continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that
which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than
her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. The porter instantly made his
appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses.
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