The cloven foot : $b A novelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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The cloven foot : $b A novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Detective and mystery stories; Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Psychological fiction
‘I have been assured of it by his own lips, not once but many times.
When he first adopted me he made a vow that he would leave me no part
of his wealth. He had been treated with falsehood and ingratitude by
those he had loved, and had found out their mercenary feelings about
him. This had soured him a good deal, and he was determined--when he
took me under his care out of motives of the purest charity--that he
would have one person about him who should love him for his own sake,
or not pretend to love him at all. He took an oath to this effect on
the night he first brought me home to this house, and fully explained
the meaning of that oath to me, though I was quite a child at that
time. “I have had toadies and sycophants about me, Laura,” he said,
“until I have come to distrust every smiling face. Your smiles shall
be true, my dear, for you shall have no motive for falsehood.” On my
eighteenth birthday he placed in trust six thousand pounds for my
benefit, in order that his death should not leave me unprovided for,
but he took occasion at the same time to remind me that this gift was
all I must ever expect at his hands.’
John Treverton heard this with a quickened breath, and a new life and
eagerness in the expression of his face. The aspect of affairs was
quite altered by the fact of this oath sworn long ago by the eccentric
old man. He must leave his money to some one. What if he should,
indeed, leave it to him, John Treverton?
For some few minutes his heart beat high with a new hope, and then sank
again suddenly. Was it not much more likely that Jasper Treverton would
find some means of evading the letter of his vow, for the benefit of a
beloved adopted daughter, than that he should bequeath his fortune to a
kinsman who was a stranger to him?
‘Don’t let me be a fool,’ John Treverton said to himself; ‘there’s
not the faintest chance of any such luck for me, and I dare say this
girl knows as much, though she is artful enough to pretend complete
ignorance of the old man’s designs.’
The butler came in presently to announce that supper was ready for Mr.
Treverton in the dining-room below. He went downstairs in answer to
this summons, after begging Miss Malcolm to send for him the moment the
invalid awoke.
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