"The question would be that much nearer to a solution."
"Is it at all probable that it would be in your favor?"
I saw her start at the query, while her brows closed slightly, as if
from a sudden pain. She looked at me steadily for a few moments,
without speaking; then, after a long inspiration, she said:
"Whether in my favor or not, any disposition that he has made of his
property, in law and right, must, of course, stand good."
"You might contest such a will, if not in your favor."
She shook her head, compressed her lips firmly, and said:
"No. I should not contest the will. My belief was, when I came here,
that he died without making a bequest of any kind, and that his
property would go, in consequence, to the heir-at-law. This was the
information that I received. If it should prove otherwise, I shall
make no opposition."
"Do you intend, under this view, continuing the search for a will?"
Something in the tone of voice touched her unpleasantly. I saw the
light in her eyes glow intenser, and her lips arch.
"Why not?" she asked, looking at me steadily.
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