Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 203: what you’re looking at

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THE FACE AT THE WINDOW. 1°5 under her quizzical gaze and tries to smile, but the attempt is a dismal failure. “Well, TIncle Cornelius, this is a singular way of meeting. Jam surprised and mortified to find my relative turned against me,’’ she says. He frowns now. “Tt’s all owing to old Rudolph’s unjust will. If he had left me even a portion of his money, I’d have been content, but to cut me, his only living son, off without a dollar, and leave everything toa girl makes me rebel. We Gordons have never been noted for mildness of disposition, you know, and it’s only unat- ural for me to make a gallant fight against unjust discrimination ”’ “Gallant fight—you use such words, you, who have lowered yourself to carry on miserable plotting against a girl—you who at this very minute are plan- ning injury against your own father, miraculously rescued from the grave. A gallant soldier you are, Uncle Cornelius—a coward, rather. You disgrace the name you bear. If I could I would bribe you to change it, go abroad and bury yourself in Paris.’’ These scathing words would cause most men to hang their heads in shame, but an adventurer of the Virginia colonel’s stripe has long since outgrown the small amount of modesty nature endowed him with as a youth, and he simply notes the last phrase of what she says. | ““Tt’s only a question of bargain and sale, then. Give me half the estate and I'll go,’’ he declares. About this time Bob Pemberton arouses to the fact that as the legal husband of the owner of the E@NAIIE OOOKS (C(O)