The Illegal Marriage — page 173: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, 165 for Miss Morgan,” continued Alfred; “she has made me her trustee.” He took her authority from his pocket, and ex- tended it for inspection. Martin took the paper from his hand. “This is waste paper, Mr. Guerry,” said the lawyer, after reading it carefully through. “Were you not aware that Morgan left a will?” “T don’t see that it will make any difference,” said the young man, sullenly. “It would not, perhaps, under certain conditions. For what property do you. propose to act.as Miss Morgan’s agent, or trustee?” “J cannot understand such questions; of course it is for the home estate—for the castle property. In fact, for all her property.” “You are deceiving yourself, Mr. Guerry—Miss Morgan is a poor girl. So far as I know, she has not five hundred dollars in the world.” “What do you mean?” (suerry cried, rising from his chair in great excitement; “what is the use of all this humbug with me? Do you know why I have charge of Miss Morgan’s property ?” “Sit down, Mr. Guerry,” said the lawyer, calmly. “One of the first things a lawyer has to learn, is to control his temper. Take my advice—and I was at the bar before you were born—never show your hand in any case, no matter how trifling.” “T don’t understand you. What do you mean by ‘showing my hand? I am a gentleman, sir, and want to be treated like one.” “Sit down, Mr. Guerry,” said Crawford, who had been sitting with folded arms, keenly watching the young man’s face. Stannard had turned again toward them, and was standing with both hands upon the back of his chair. “No one has ques- tioned you, that Iam aware. There is no necessity for a declaration like that.” Those black eyes were too strong for Alfred’s comfort, and subduing his anger for the moment, he sank back into his chair. These fellows are trying to discredit my author- Eomicbooks (Elo)