Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. “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. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered how to earn money. " "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets.
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