May Brooke by Anna Hanson Dorsey
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I should have felt much encumbered by so large a fortune. I'm afraid
it would have made me dizzy and foolish; indeed, sir, I feel quite unequal to the responsibility of such a stewardship. I feel deeply grateful to my poor uncle, and also to you, for your kind wishes in my regard, but, believe me, I am quite content for matters to stand just as they are, so far as _I_ am concerned." Then breaking down, May broke out into a regular womanly fit of crying. "May," said the lawyer, more gently, "when you took those papers out of that infer--that closet there, did you see those two wills lying together?" "I saw nothing, sir, except the papers I went to get." "And which you burned?" "Which I burned up to the last scrap." "Very well. You burned up the will too. You have been purified by fire with a vengeance. Do you still believe in guardian angels?" "Just as firmly as ever, sir," she replied, fixing her clear eyes on him. "Where was _yours_, pray, while you was doing just what the devil would have you?" "Guarding me from evils to come, I trust. Oh, sir, it is very perilous to one's soul to be rich!" she exclaimed, with one of her sunlit expressions. |
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