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'if I thought it so, I should choose some better time for communicating
it,' replied the Notary. 'Let me tell you, first, that my friends who have
been here to-day, know nothing of it, and that their kindness to you
has been quite spontaneous and with no hope of return. It may do a
thoughtless, careless man, good, to know that.'
Dick thanked him, and said he hoped it would.
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I have been making some inquiries about you,' said Mr Witherden,
little thinking that I should find you under such circumstances as
those which have brought us together. You are the nephew of Rebecca
Swiveller, spinster, deceased, of Cheselbourne in Dorsetshire.'
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Deceased!' cried Dick.
Deceased. If you had been another sort of nephew, you would have
come into possession (so says the will, and I see no reason to doubt it)
of five-and-twenty thousand pounds. As it is, you have fallen into an
annuity of one hundred and fifty pounds a year; but I think I may
congratulate you even upon that.'
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Sir,' said Dick, sobbing and laughing together, 'you may. For, please
God, we'll make a scholar of the poor Marchioness yet! And she shall
walk in silk attire, and siller have to spare, or may I never rise from
this bed again!'
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