The Land of Promise by D. Torbett
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circumstances. I think she'd been led to expect----" Mr. Wynne's voice
was almost pleading. Mrs. Wickham detected a certain disapproval in the tone. She hastened to justify herself. He might still be useful. When the estate was once settled, they would of course put everything in the hands of their London solicitor. But it would be better not to antagonize him for the moment. "Our aunt left a very small fortune, I understand, and I suppose she felt it wouldn't be fair to leave a large part of it away from her own family." "Of course," said her husband, following her lead, "it is family money. She inherited it from my grandfather, and--but I want you to know, Miss Marsh, that my wife and I thoroughly appreciate all you did for my aunt. Money couldn't repay your care and devotion You've been perfectly wonderful." "It's extremely good of you to say so." "I think everyone who saw Miss Marsh with Miss Wickham must be aware that during the ten years she was with her she never spared herself." Mr. Wynne's eyes were on Mrs. Wickham. "Of course my aunt was a very trying woman----" began James Wickham feebly. His wife headed him off. "Earning one's living is always unpleasant; if it weren't there'd be no incentive to work." |
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