She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. “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. ” She eyed him scornfully.
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