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"
Well
,
Mr
.
Trumbull
,
you
’
re
highly
favored
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Waule
.
"
What
!
seeing
the
old
man
?
"
said
the
auctioneer
,
playing
with
his
seals
dispassionately
.
"
Ah
,
you
see
he
has
relied
on
me
considerably
.
"
Here
he
pressed
his
lips
together
,
and
frowned
meditatively
.
"
Might
anybody
ask
what
their
brother
has
been
saying
?
"
said
Solomon
,
in
a
soft
tone
of
humility
,
in
which
he
had
a
sense
of
luxurious
cunning
,
he
being
a
rich
man
and
not
in
need
of
it
.
"
Oh
yes
,
anybody
may
ask
,
"
said
Mr
.
Trumbull
,
with
loud
and
good
-
humored
though
cutting
sarcasm
.
"
Anybody
may
interrogate
.
Any
one
may
give
their
remarks
an
interrogative
turn
,
"
he
continued
,
his
sonorousness
rising
with
his
style
.
"
This
is
constantly
done
by
good
speakers
,
even
when
they
anticipate
no
answer
.
It
is
what
we
call
a
figure
of
speech
—
speech
at
a
high
figure
,
as
one
may
say
.
"
The
eloquent
auctioneer
smiled
at
his
own
ingenuity
.
"
I
shouldn
’
t
be
sorry
to
hear
he
’
d
remembered
you
,
Mr
.
Trumbull
,
"
said
Solomon
.
"
I
never
was
against
the
deserving
.
It
’
s
the
undeserving
I
’
m
against
.
"
"
Ah
,
there
it
is
,
you
see
,
there
it
is
,
"
said
Mr
.
Trumbull
,
significantly
.
"
It
can
’
t
be
denied
that
undeserving
people
have
been
legatees
,
and
even
residuary
legatees
.
It
is
so
,
with
testamentary
dispositions
.
"
Again
he
pursed
up
his
lips
and
frowned
a
little
.
"
Do
you
mean
to
say
for
certain
,
Mr
.
Trumbull
,
that
my
brother
has
left
his
land
away
from
our
family
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Waule
,
on
whom
,
as
an
unhopeful
woman
,
those
long
words
had
a
depressing
effect
.
"
A
man
might
as
well
turn
his
land
into
charity
land
at
once
as
leave
it
to
some
people
,
"
observed
Solomon
,
his
sister
’
s
question
having
drawn
no
answer
.
"
What
,
Blue
-
Coat
land
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Waule
,
again
.
"
Oh
,
Mr
.
Trumbull
,
you
never
can
mean
to
say
that
.
It
would
be
flying
in
the
face
of
the
Almighty
that
’
s
prospered
him
.
"
While
Mrs
.
Waule
was
speaking
,
Mr
.
Borthrop
Trumbull
walked
away
from
the
fireplace
towards
the
window
,
patrolling
with
his
fore
-
finger
round
the
inside
of
his
stock
,
then
along
his
whiskers
and
the
curves
of
his
hair
.
He
now
walked
to
Miss
Garth
’
s
work
-
table
,
opened
a
book
which
lay
there
and
read
the
title
aloud
with
pompous
emphasis
as
if
he
were
offering
it
for
sale
:
