“DEAR MR. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. “Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. ‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night.
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