It was the last thing she felt like drinking. In the struggle the pistol went off, but without damage to either party. “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 took the money myself, and ought to know. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse.
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