too; I--I make you a present of it--?
and of the codicil to my brother's will,
as well.... You won't have to wait
twelve years."

Then, indeed, the trail seemed to double
up, to wind itself around Pem's brain,
rocks and all,--only every rock was goldedged,
a nugget.

Her eyes stared straight before her,--blue
as the June violet that caught a drop
from the spring near.

"Who--who are you?" screamed Una,
forgetting that she was speaking to a
broken man.

"How about my being your uncle, Treffrey
Graham, my dear, who--who was
such a mad fellow--in--youth; s-such an
oddity? Oh-h! you've heard of him--have
-you?"

The whimsical light in the pain-reddened
eyes burned to mockery now.
It showed the hippogriff, the "hot tamale",
still there. Evidently eccentricity wasn't
all dead.

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