It seems so queer that of all places I should happen to
get here. But as I say there's no tellin' what may happen."
"What a coincidence it is," thought Phillip, laughing as on passing
through the back parlor he overheard Melindy's remark.
He had gone to the post-office on that morning and as he took out
the contents of the well-filled box discovered a letter which on
opening he saw was from Marguerite.
"What can have prompted her to write. It would seem as if some one
else had written it. Marguerite Verne would as soon think of cutting
her right hand off as to write me unsolicited. And for what is she
grateful. It seems so ridiculous when all that I have done was to
entertain myself."
The young lawyer once more read over the precious missive which was
written in the most simple, yet graceful style. It stirred him
deeply.
It recalled the fair girl in all her _spirituelle_ beauty, and
made him doubly rebellious over the circumstances that thwarted all
his hopes.
"Why was I not some heir to an earldom, for nothing less is
befitting such a one," thought the young man, feeling all the
bitterness that a heart can feel.
Strange indeed, that from the moment Phillip Lawson uttered these
words he was a richer man, though he knew it not.
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