Her aunt went off at a tangent. It is Thérèse. “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. This is no place for me. I do not know anything of him since I have fourteen years, and that he sent me to Blaye to be a nun. Mr.
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