You sent back my
Christmas checks. “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 good. "
"Done!" cried the old sailor. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in
Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced. "
O'Higgins tore free the scarlet band of his perfecto, the end of which he bit off
with strong white teeth, and smiled. Folks don’t
like ’em. Here, it might be anything at all. Ah Coom. "To shoot you
would be to lose the reward.
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