The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 137: what you’re looking at

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128 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. when he informed his partner of the event; ‘“‘ Richard Lawrence has not outlived the month. Currey was a prophet.”’ “Unfortunate for the widow and her daughter,” answered Grindem, whose heart felt a pang of repent- ance on hearing of the death of the young man, whose days the possession of the fortune of which he had deprived him might have prolonged. ‘‘ Where is my nephew 2” *¢ Oh, still at the widow’s.” * He is right,” said Gilbert. ‘‘ They were friends.” ‘Friends,’ muttered Small, as he closed the door, and made the best of his way to the outward office. ‘* Humph! Gridley mad, Lawrence dead, and Grindem - ina fit of benevolence. There isa mystery! decidedly there is a mystery !” A week afterwards the remains of Richard Lawrence were consigned to their final resting-place, by the side of his father, in the village churchyard of Rosendale. No pompous ceremony graced his interment—no train of mourners— Bearing about the mockery of woe. One only followed! Henry Beacham—the friend of his youth, the playmate of his childhood, and the affianced husband of his sister ! ecomnuicloooks (SO