At last he spoke again, in a sharp, clear, energetic tone.
'Anne, be quick!' he said; 'find me my will among those papers.

Perhaps if I could do something, I might be able to believe.' He watched her with impatient eagerness as she turned over the precious parcel of papers which he had rescued from the fire.

There were many documents and writings belonging to the property he had gathered together, and it was some time before she could find the will.

The master tried to take it from her, but in vain; his right hand was powerless.
'Oh, I forgot!' he cried despairingly; 'this hand is useless, and I cannot alter it now.

God will not let me undo the mischief I have done.
Anne, I have left Fern's Hollow away from you to my brother Thomas, lest you should restore it to Stephen; and now I can do nothing! Oh, misery, misery! The robbery and murder of the fatherless children rest upon my soul.