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Gosford, I tell you" "Well, well," interrupted Mr. Flint; "put it in that light, how you please; turn it which way you will; it's like the key in Blue Beard, which, I dare say, you have read of; rub it out on one side, and up it comes on the other. Say, by way of argument, that you have not obtained money by unfounded threats a crime which the law holds tantamount to highway robbery.
Gosford, and the remainder turned over to me." "That would be thirty thousand dollars to Mr. Gosford, instead of fifty," said my father. "Yes, sir," replied the boy; "that is the way my father said he would write his will. But it was not written that way. It is fifty thousand dollars to Mr. Gosford, and the remainder to me. If it were thirty thousand dollars to Mr.
There was silence except for the sharp voice of Mr. Gosford. "I think there will be a criminal proceeding here!" My father handed the paper to Lewis, who unfolded it and read it aloud. It directed the estate of Peyton Marshall to be sold, the sum of fifty thousand dollars paid to Anthony Gosford and the remainder to the son. "But there will be no remainder," cried young Marshall.
"And now, sirs, let us get about this business," he finished, like one who calls his assistants to a labor: My father turned about and looked at the man. "Is your name Gosford?" he said in his cold, level voice. "It is, sir," replied the Englishman, " Anthony Gosford." "Well, Mr. Anthony Gosford," replied my father, "kindly close the door that you have opened."
He communicated to the legislature the full text of the instructions which he had received from the king, although he had been advised to give only their substance, as least calculated to hamper Lord Gosford, who was then attempting to conciliate the French Canadian majority in Lower Canada.
Gosford, sitting at his ease, in victory, regarded my father with a supercilious, ironical smile. "Sir," he said, "are you, by chance, a fortuneteller?" "A misfortune-teller," replied my father, his face still held above the crystal. "I see here a misfortune to Mr. Anthony Gosford. I predict, from what I see, that he will release this bequest of moneys to Peyton Marshall's son."
The old woman came out of the porch and slowly down the pathway towards us. "Is that all his congregation?" I asked. "That's all, sir," said Gosford. "Sometimes some of they young villains of boys gets in, and our old clerk, Jerry, hunts 'em round and round all prayer time; but there's none goes regular except the old 'ooman."
James Gosford had been one of my favourite old comrades in times gone by, and here he was. Could it be he? Could this fat red-faced man of sixty-one, be the handsome hard-riding young dandy of forty years ago? It was he, doubtless, and in another moment I should have declared myself, but a new interruption occurred. The bell began again, and service was over.
Lewis plucked out his snuffbox and trumpeted in his many-colored handkerchief to hide his laughter. The Englishman, thrown off his patronizing manner, hesitated, closed the door as he was bidden and could not regain his fine air. "Now, Mr. Gosford," my father went on, "why was this room violated as we see it?" "It was searched for Peyton Marshall's will, sir," replied the man.
The name of Thomas Castro, he added, had occurred to him because, during his travels in South America, he had known a person so named at Melipilla, in Chili. Mr. Gosford was also examined on that occasion, with results which had an important influence on the progress of the great cause célèbre.
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