"
"If it was my mother's will I wouldn't complain of that, Deborah. It was
hers to do with as she liked, and I know, at any rate, that she loved
me."
"There's one thing surprises me," said Richard Green. "If so be as the
will isn't genuine, how does it happen that you and I come in for a
legacy, Deborah?"
"It's meant for a blind," answered Deborah. "Oh, he's the artfulest
man!"
"You may be right, Deborah. I must say the will sounded all right."
"Maybe it was copied from the mistress' will."
This conversation took place in one corner of the room.
It ceased as Mr. Ferret advanced toward the disinherited boy.
"Frank," said he, in a tone of sympathy, "I am very sorry for the
provisions of the will."
"So am I, sir," answered our hero. "It isn't pleasant to be dependent on
Mr. Manning."
"Particularly when the whole estate should be yours."
"I wouldn't have minded if half had been left to him, provided I had
been left independent of him."
"I appreciate your feelings, Frank. I knew your father, and I am proud
to say that he was my friend. I knew your mother well, and I esteemed
her highly. I hope you will let me regard myself as your friend also.
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