human
St. Udo is not dead--not dead! Oh, my heart, he is not dead!
gpt
Thank Heaven! thank Heaven! Oh, I can never grieve again.
human
Come, that's a right pleasant way of taking it, cried the doctor, quite charmed.
gpt
I was so afraid that you would take up the old hatred as soon as he came back to dispute the will with you, especially as he was thought to be so well out of the way.
human
Hush, smiled Margaret, with the same glad radiance.
gpt
I can think of nothing just now except my gratitude to Providence for giving him back to us instead of branding me with the mark of Cain. Poor, erring, noble St. Udo! I shall never cross his will again. He shall learn to-night how guiltless Margaret Walsingham was of his disappointment. Now I can sign away the Brand property, although the year is not out, and St. Udo Brand shall have it all.