Satan Sanderson (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

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To my son Hugh, in return for the care and sorrow he has caused me all the days of his life, for his disso lute career and his desertion, I do give and bequeath the sum of one thousand dollars and the memory of his misspent youth.

It was very quiet in the wide, richly furnished library. The May night was still, but a faint suspiration, heavy with the fragrance of jasmin flowers, stirred the Vene tian blind before the open window and rustled the moon-silvered leaves of the aspens outside. As the in oisive professional pronouncement of the judge cut through the lamp-lighted silence, the grim, furrowed face with its sunken eyes and gray military mustaches on the pillow of the wheel-chair set more grimly; a girl seated in the damask shadow of the fire-screen caught her breath; and from across the polished table the Reverend Henry Sanderson turned his handsome, clean-shaven face and looked at the old man.

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