For a moment the devil in
his eye seemed to meditate violence. But he thought better of it; and
when she asked for the candle held it beside her as she read on slowly.
"_ . . . to Elizabeth Rundle, my dead sister's child, desiring
that she may marry and bequeath the same to the heirs of her body;
less the sum of one shilling sterling, which I command to be sent
to my only surviving son William--_"
"You needn't go on," growled William.
"_ . . . because he's a bad lot, and he may so well know I think
so. And to this I set my hand, this 17th day of September, 1856._"
"_Signed_"
"_Ebenezer Transom._"
"_Witnessed by_"
"_John Hooper._"
"_Peter Tregaskis._"
The document was in the old man's handwriting, and clearly of his
composition. But it was plain enough, and the signatures genuine.
'Lizabeth's hand dropped.
"I never knew a word o' this, William," she said humbly.
Mrs. Transom broke into an incredulous titter.
"Ugh! get along, you designer!"
"William," appealed 'Lizabeth, "I've never had no thought o' robbin'
you.
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