&c.
A few days after it was sent old Mr.Camperdown got the letter-book of the office and read the letter to John Eustace.
"I don't see how you're to get them," said Eustace.
"We'll throw upon her the burthen of showing that they have become legally her property.

She can't do it." "Suppose she sold them ?" "We'll follow them up.

L10,000, my dear John! God bless my soul! it's a magnificent dowry for a daughter,--an ample provision for a younger son.

And she is to be allowed to filch it, as other widows filch china cups, and a silver teaspoon or two! It's quite a common thing, but I never heard of such a haul as this." "It will be very unpleasant," said Eustace.
"And then she still goes about everywhere declaring that the Portray property is her own.

She's a bad lot.