Turns of Fortune - And Other Tales by Mrs. S. C. Hall
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pray you to bear up; what has been said is doubtless wrong--must be
wrong; a threat of the opposite party--an undefined threat, which we must prepare ourselves to meet in a lawyer-like way. Hope for the best, and prepare"-- "For what, sir?" inquired Miss Bond, gaspingly. "For any--anything--that is my plan. Unfortunately, the only way to deal with the world, so as to meet it on equal terms, is to think every man a rogue. It is a deeply painful view to take of human nature, and it agonizes me to do so. Let me, however, entreat you to bear up"-- "Against what, sir?" said Sarah Bond abruptly, and almost fiercely, for now Mr. Cramp's face was reduced to its original size, and she had collected her ideas. "There are few things I could _not_ bear up against, but I must know what I have to sustain." "Your father's will, my dear lady, is safe; the document, leaving everything to you, that is safe, and all other documents are safe enough except Cornelius Bond Hobart's will--a will bequeathing the property to your uncle. _Where_ is that will to be found? for if Alfred Bond proceeds, the veritable document must be produced." "Why, so it can be, I suppose," said Sarah Bond, relapsing in some degree into agitation; "it was produced when my father inherited the property, as you know." "I beg your pardon, Miss Bond," he answered; "certainly not as I _know_, for I had not the honour of being your father's legal adviser |
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