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If Bessie had a fortune he would go down before her in dead earnest;
and, perhaps, I would too, for, 'pon my soul, she has the sweetest face
I ever saw. What a lovely woman she will make."
And then, there arose before him a vision of a stately old house in the
north country, the home of the Trevellians, and in the family vault the
present owner, a white haired man of seventy-five was lying, and by his
side his puny eldest son, and also stalwart Harry, who looked as if a
broad-ax could not kill him, and he, Jack Trevellian now the bachelor
with only 500 pounds a year, and most extravagant tastes, was there as
Sir Jack, and with him this little Welsh maiden, who was bending over
the threadbare coat, and trying to force back the tears her father's
words had caused her.
"I am a knave and a murderer," Jack thought. "Uncle Paul, and Dick, and
Hal would have to die, and little Flossie, whom I like so much, be left
alone, before all this could be;" then, with a premonitory cough, he
knocked lightly at the open door.


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