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“
my
dear
edward
(
it
ran
)
when
I
die
I
leave
all
my
muny
to
you
my
walkin
sticks
wips
my
crop
my
sord
and
gun
bricks
forts
and
all
things
i
have
goodbye
my
dear
charlotte
when
i
die
I
leave
you
my
wach
and
cumpus
and
pencel
case
my
salors
and
camperdown
my
picteres
and
evthing
goodbye
your
loving
brother
armen
my
dear
Martha
I
love
you
very
much
i
leave
you
my
garden
my
mice
and
rabets
my
plants
in
pots
when
I
die
please
take
care
of
them
my
dear
—
”
Coetera
desunt
.
“
Why
,
you
’
re
not
leaving
me
anything
!
”
exclaimed
Selina
,
indignantly
.
“
You
’
re
a
regular
mean
little
boy
,
and
I
’
ll
take
back
the
last
birthday
present
I
gave
you
!
”
“
I
don
’
t
care
,
”
said
Harold
,
repossessing
himself
of
the
document
.
“
I
was
going
to
leave
you
something
,
but
I
sha
’
n
’
t
now
,
’
cos
you
tried
to
read
my
death
-
letter
before
I
was
dead
!
”
“
Then
I
’
ll
write
a
death
-
letter
myself
,
”
retorted
Selina
,
scenting
an
artistic
vengeance
:
“
and
I
sha
’
n
’
t
leave
you
a
single
thing
!
”
And
she
went
off
in
search
of
a
pencil
.
The
tempest
within
-
doors
had
kept
my
attention
off
the
condition
of
things
without
.
But
now
a
glance
through
the
window
told
me
that
the
rain
had
entirely
ceased
,
and
that
everything
was
bathed
instead
in
a
radiant
glow
of
sunlight
,
more
golden
than
any
gamboge
of
mine
could
possibly
depict
.
Leaving
Selina
and
Harold
to
settle
their
feud
by
a
mutual
disinheritance
,
I
slipped
from
the
room
and
escaped
into
the
open
air
,
eager
to
pick
up
the
loose
end
of
my
new
friendship
just
where
I
had
dropped
it
that
morning
.
In
the
glorious
reaction
of
the
sunshine
after
the
downpour
,
with
its
moist
warm
smells
,
bespanglement
of
greenery
,
and
inspiriting
touch
of
rain
-
washed
air
,
the
parks
and
palaces
of
the
imagination
glowed
with
a
livelier
iris
,
and
their
blurred
beauties
shone
out
again
with
fresh
blush
and
palpitation
.
As
I
sped
along
to
the
tryst
,
again
I
accompanied
my
new
comrade
along
the
corridors
of
my
pet
palace
into
which
I
had
so
hastily
introduced
her
;
and
on
reflection
I
began
to
see
that
it
wouldn
’
t
work
properly
.
I
had
made
a
mistake
,
and
those
were
not
the
surroundings
in
which
she
was
most
fitted
to
shine
.
However
,
it
really
did
not
matter
much
;
I
had
other
palaces
to
place
at
her
disposal
—
plenty
of
’
em
;
and
on
a
further
acquaintance
with
and
knowledge
of
her
tastes
,
no
doubt
I
could
find
something
to
suit
her
.
There
was
a
real
Arabian
one
,
for
instance
,
which
I
visited
but
rarely
—
only
just
when
I
was
in
the
fine
Oriental
mood
for
it
;
a
wonder
of
silk
hangings
,
fountains
of
rosewater
,
pavilions
,
and
minarets
.
Hundreds
of
silent
,
well
-
trained
slaves
thronged
the
stairs
and
alleys
of
this
establishment
,
ready
to
fetch
and
carry
for
her
all
day
,
if
she
wished
it
;
and
my
brave
soldiers
would
be
spared
the
indignity
.
Also
there
were
processions
through
the
bazaar
at
odd
moments
—
processions
with
camels
,
elephants
,
and
palanquins
.
Yes
,
she
was
more
suited
for
the
East
,
this
imperious
young
person
;
and
I
determined
that
thither
she
should
be
personally
conducted
as
soon
as
ever
might
be
.
I
reached
the
fence
and
climbed
up
two
bars
of
it
,
and
leaning
over
I
looked
this
way
and
that
for
my
twin
-
souled
partner
of
the
morning
.
It
was
not
long
before
I
caught
sight
of
her
,
only
a
short
distance
away
.
Her
back
was
towards
me
and
—
well
,
one
can
never
foresee
exactly
how
one
will
find
things
—
she
was
talking
to
a
Boy
.
Of
course
there
are
boys
and
boys
,
and
Lord
knows
I
was
never
narrow
.
But
this
was
the
parson
’
s
son
from
an
adjoining
village
,
a
red
-
headed
boy
and
as
common
a
little
beast
as
ever
stepped
.
He
cultivated
ferrets
—
his
only
good
point
;
and
it
was
evidently
through
the
medium
of
this
art
that
he
was
basely
supplanting
me
,
for
her
head
was
bent
absorbedly
over
something
he
carried
in
his
hands
.
With
some
trepidation
I
called
out
,
“
Hi
!
”
But
answer
there
was
none
.
Then
again
I
called
,
“
Hi
!
”
but
this
time
with
a
sickening
sense
of
failure
and
of
doom
.
She
replied
only
by
a
complex
gesture
,
decisive
in
import
if
not
easily
described
.
A
petulant
toss
of
the
head
,
a
jerk
of
the
left
shoulder
,
and
a
backward
kick
of
the
left
foot
,
all
delivered
at
once
—
that
was
all
,
and
that
was
enough
.
The
red
-
headed
boy
never
even
condescended
to
glance
my
way
.
Why
,
indeed
,
should
he
?
I
dropped
from
the
fence
without
another
effort
,
and
took
my
way
homewards
along
the
weary
road
