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           Inactualformitdeviatedconsiderablyfromthatusuallyadoptedbyfamilysolicitorsofstanding,theonlyresemblance,indeed,lyingintheabsenceofpunctuation.

           “mydearedward(itran)whenIdieIleaveallmymunytoyoumywalkinstickswipsmycropmysordandgunbricksfortsandallthingsihavegoodbyemydearcharlottewhenidieIleaveyoumywachandcumpusandpencelcasemysalorsandcamperdownmypicteresandevthinggoodbyeyourlovingbrotherarmenmydearMarthaIloveyouverymuchileaveyoumygardenmymiceandrabetsmyplantsinpotswhenIdiepleasetakecareofthemmydear—”Coeteradesunt.

           “Why,you’renotleavingmeanything!”exclaimedSelina,indignantly.“You’rearegularmeanlittleboy,andI’lltakebackthelastbirthdaypresentIgaveyou!”

           “Idon’tcare,”saidHarold,repossessinghimselfofthedocument.“Iwasgoingtoleaveyousomething,butIsha’n’tnow,’cosyoutriedtoreadmydeath-letterbeforeIwasdead!”

           “ThenI’llwriteadeath-lettermyself,”retortedSelina,scentinganartisticvengeance:“andIsha’n’tleaveyouasinglething!”Andshewentoffinsearchofapencil.

           Thetempestwithin-doorshadkeptmyattentionofftheconditionofthingswithout.Butnowaglancethroughthewindowtoldmethattherainhadentirelyceased,andthateverythingwasbathedinsteadinaradiantglowofsunlight,moregoldenthananygambogeofminecouldpossiblydepict.