The Illegal Marriage — page 165: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 157 man, and would not do sucha thing. You must be mistaken.” | “IT hope that Iam, but until I am sure of it, I would rather he should not have control of your property. Will you not trust me with it?” Cecy could not speak at once. Again she felt the chill that had before fallen upon her heart, with a pain there which she had not felt then. She could not refuse him. “Yes, Alfred,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “I will do as you wish. Certainly, I can trust you; why ask me that? Do I not give you myself? What, then, is this property to me?” “My own dear girl,” he said, warmly, “it is for your sake that I doit. Who is there would be more careful of your interest than [? Shall I not share it with you some time?” “Yes, Alfred,” she whispered, but the words choked her, and she tried hard to drive back the tears that were springing to her eyes. “You are of age, Cecy, and a written authority from you will be sufficient. We may be able to get paper and ink here.” He stepped to the door which had been standing ajar during his interview with Cecy, and called Mrs. Harris from the passage. The kind-hearted woman looked sadly into Cecy’s eyes as she passed her, and gave an audible sigh ere she crossed the threshold. In afew moments Harris himself came in with the paper. “T am glad you have come—oh—what is the name? Harris, yes! Harris. Miss Morgan is to make me her trustee. You can witness that it isa free act on her part. Is it not, Miss Morgan? Frightened at these words, Cecy looked up in astonishment. “Yos—that is—yes, of course. What am I to write, Mr. Guerry ?” He dictated the paper to her, and soon folded it in his pocket. Not long did he remain, now he had accomplished his purpose; not one affectionate word did he speak to her; but delaying the jailer until his Eomicboo <S (Eo)