The Illegal Marriage — page 175: what you’re looking at

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~ f ae ps . i ve ¥ - THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 167 pes that Martin was in earnest, grew deathly pale: “Who has the estate? you were going to ask. Every inch of property that Morgan owned now belongs, by will, to Colonel Stannard.” “He has no right—we shall dispute the will,” Alfred, cried, striking the table with his hand. “You are all against her, every one of you.” “Gently, gently, Mr. Guerry; we will bear much from you; but you are now going too far.” Stannard was much distressed. Not yet had he the faintest suspicion of Alfred’s honesty, and he rather admired the spirit with which he stood up for Cecy’s rights. “Tam sure that I should do the same,” he thought, “were she to be my wife. This is torture to him, and I cannot permit it to go on.” “There is no necessity for that, Alf. Listen tome a moment, |——” “Colonel Stannard,” interrupted Martin, quickly, “will you do me the favor to let me speak !” Crawford joined in the request with a look, and Stannard took his seat, pitying Alfred from the bottom of his heart. “Let me finish my story. This will is now in my possession, and will hold good in law. Miss Morgan cannot touch a dollar of this property without Colonel Stannard’s permission. What do you mean to do with this paper?” “T shall see Miss Morgan before I answer that question. IT will see her at once.” He seized his hat and was near the door when Stannard stepped to his side. “ Alf, for Heaven’s sake don’t speak of this now! She has trouble enough without hearing of more. Any amount of money that you want will be furnished. Here, Crawford—no! Martin, will you not advance the money?” ; “Ag much as she needs. You can promise her any sum she wants, and I will bring it to-morrow.” “See that, Alf? You can have it to-day. Surely, Cecy—Miss Morgan would not object to my indorse- ment. I beg you not to tell her.” | (Ele) Eomicbooks