So deep was his hatred of the old man that he fled to escape killing him.

It was known that upon one occasion he visited the office of his sister's enemy for the purpose of slaying him, but something prevented.

He carried that hatred to the grave, as you will see." Montgomery Brewster was trying to gather himself together from within the fog which made himself and the world unreal.
"I believe I'd like to have you read this extraor--the will, Mr.
Grant," he said, with an effort to hold his nerves in leash.
Mr.Grant cleared his throat and began in his still voice.

Once he looked up to find his listener eager, and again to find him grown indifferent.

He wondered dimly if this were a pose.
In brief, the last will of James T.Sedgwick bequeathed everything, real and personal, of which he died possessed, to his only nephew, Montgomery Brewster of New York, son of Robert and Louise Sedgwick Brewster.