The House of a Thousand Candles by Meredith Nicholson
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sneered. âI fancy it will be safer to keep our most
agreeable acquaintance on a strictly business basis. If you accept the terms of the willââ âOf course I accept them! Do you think I am going to make a row, refuse to fulfil that old manâs last wish! I gave him enough trouble in his life without disappointing him in his grave. I suppose youâd like to have me fight the will; but Iâm going to disappoint you.â He said nothing, but played with his pencil. I had never disliked him so heartily; he was so smug and comfortable. His office breathed the very spirit of prosperity. I wished to finish my business and get away. âI suppose the region out there has a high death-rate. Howâs the malaria?â âNot alarmingly prevalent, I understand. Thereâs a summer resort over on one side of Lake Annandale. The place is really supposed to be wholesome. I donât believe your grandfather had homicide in mind in sending you there.â âNo, he probably thought the rustication would make a man of me. Must I do my own victualing? I suppose Iâll be allowed to eat.â âBates can cook for you. Heâll supply the necessities. Iâll instruct him to obey your orders. I assume |
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