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Poor Alice, you know, too, is anything but adamant.
And now I will say no more; but in requital for what I have said, go
and send our patient mild mamma, to me. I really must endeavor to try
something with her, in order to save us all from this kind of life she
is leading us."
When his mother entered he assumed the superior and man of authority;
his countenance exhibited something unpleasant, and in a decisive and
rather authoritative tone he said,--
"Mother, will you be pleased to take a seat?"
"You are angry with me, Harry--I know you are; but I could not restrain
my feelings, nor keep your secret, when I thought of their insolence in
requiting you--you, to whom the property would and ought to have come--"
"Pray, ma'am, take a seat."
She sat down--anxious, but already subdued, as was evident by her
manner.
"I," proceeded her son, "to whom the property would and ought to have
come--and I to whom it will come--"
"But are you sure of that?"
"Not, I am afraid, while I have such a mother as you are--a woman in
whom I can place no confidence with safety.


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