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"Not more trouble than blessing," she replied, "if rightfully used."
The locket attached to the will excited our curious interest. It
was, we felt sure, the same that Captain Allen's mother had sent to
him by the hands of Jacob Perkins. Doubtless, some memory of his
mother, stirred by the sight of this locket, had caused him to
revoke his former will, and execute this one in favor of his sister.
There was no room to question, for a moment, its genuineness. It had
all legal formality, and the men who witnessed the signature were
living and well known to us all. I was named as one of the
executors. So there was some perplexing business before me; for, in
taking things as they were, it was not probable that the executors
under the former will would be able, promptly, to give a
satisfactory account of their trust, or to hand over the property in
a shape acceptable to the right heirs.
But, of this, more anon. Our good friends went home early after this
singular discovery, showing more bewilderment than elation of
manner. I think that Constance and I were gladder in heart than
they.
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