I have a very important matter to consult
you about. You know you are my business man now."
"I'm always at your service," replied Quincy. "I think I know what you
wish to see me about."
"And what do you think it is?" asked Alice, shaking her head negatively.
"Well," said Quincy, "I saw Squire Rundlett the day before the weddings
and he thought that you might possibly want some money. He had a
thousand dollars in cash belonging to you, and I brought you half of it.
If you will kindly sign this receipt," he continued, as he took a small
parcel from his pocket, "you will relieve me of further responsibility
for its safe keeping."
He moved the little writing table close to her chair, and dipping the
pen in the ink he handed it to her, and indicated with his finger the
place where she should sign. She wrote as well as ever, though she could
see nothing that she penned.
"There are eight fifty-dollar bills, eight tens and four fives," he
said, as he passed her the money.
"Which are the fifties?" she asked, as she handled the money nervously
with her fingers.
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