ving me the opportunity of finding her here. I'm sure you've been kind to her." "Kind! I've been a mother to that girl." "Where is my father?" said Mary, looking wildly around. "Poor girl!" said Mrs. Blenners; "she hasn't heard from her father for months, and she thinks he's dead." "He is dead," Bi…
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ving me the opportunity of finding her here. I'm sure you've been kind to her." "Kind! I've been a mother to that girl." "Where is my father?" said Mary, looking wildly around. "Poor girl!" said Mrs. Blenners; "she hasn't heard from her father for months, and she thinks he's dead." "He is dead," Bill whispered to Mrs. Blenners. "Then she might have seen his ghost." Mary now sat up, and pointed to the letter which was still in her hand. "Where did you get that?" she said to Bill, "and that?" pointing to the photograph. Bill told as much as he thought necessary, while the girl rose to her feet. Gradually, and as gently as possible,.
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