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Besides, the words Legacy, Bequest, go side by side with the words,
Death, Funeral. My uncle I had heard was dead- my only relative;
ever since being made aware of his existence, I had cherished the hope
of one day seeing him: now, I never should. And then this money came
only to me: not to me and a rejoicing family, but to my isolated self.
It was a grand boon doubtless; and independence would be glorious-
yes, I felt that- that thought swelled my heart.
'You unbend your forehead at last,' said Mr. Rivers. 'I thought
Medusa had looked at you, and that you were turning to stone.
Perhaps now you will ask how much you are worth?'
'How much am I worth?'
'Oh, a trifle! Nothing of course to speak of- twenty thousand
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pounds, I think they say- but what is that?'
'Twenty thousand pounds?'
Here was a new stunner- I had been calculating on four or five
thousand. This news actually took my breath for a moment: Mr. St.
John, whom I had never heard laugh before, laughed now.
'Well,' said he, 'if you had committed a murder, and I had told you
your crime was discovered, you could scarcely look more aghast.'
'It is a large sum- don't you think there is a mistake?'
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