The Dugdale Millions — page 167: what you’re looking at

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DICK’S PROGRESS. 157 effort to resist his claim despite the proof, he might have been blamed. But to feel a disappointment over a defeated anticipation and charge it as immoral, or ignoble, is rather finely drawn. I don’t think myself the millennium ts here.” “No,” said Dick laughing, “and so long as it isn’t here, the proper man of the time cries out ‘oh hang the luck,’ proceeds to no wrong-doing, but submits to the inevitable.” “But Mr. Hetlow has been more than passively right,” urged Merrimount. ‘“ He has put forth all power to find the young man, and finding him, pro- poses to call him up and say “ There’s the property, prove your claim.” “But, Bessie,” laughed Mr. Hetlow, highly pleased over the discussion between the two young men, ‘while these young moral philosophers are determi- ning exactly my moral status, you are dispossessed of your property and career.” ‘‘ Dispossessed of something she had never had or desired,’ replied Bessie, soberly lifting her shy eyes to Dick. “Well, daughter,” said Mr. Hetlow, rising from his seat, “if Harold Pierson is young Dugdale, he is my grand-nephew and your second cousin, and must be received accordingly. In the meantime I submit that it is not conducive to health to sit here longer.” “ Oh, don’t let us be shut up so soon,” cried Wallis. ‘Let us go for a stroll,” and then, with that audacity which always took away Mr. Hetlow’s breath and af- forded Merrimount much quiet amusement, she said to the young nobleman, “ Rise up, Mr. Lazybones, and give me your arm, and we'll wander off under the moon, like those rustic swains, with which your writing peo- ple are always peopling your ‘quiet English lanes.’ ”’ The young Englishman quickly rose and, with as courtly a bow as he might have given his queen, prof- fered his arm and said: Comicloo® S C@ 3}