"Then--then,--then,--then let her come to me," said John Grey; and as he spoke there was the fragment of a tear in his eye, and the hint of quiver in his voice.
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Even the worldly, worn-out, unsympathetic nature of John Vavasor was struck, and, as it were, warmed by this.
"God bless you; God bless you, my dear fellow. I heartily wish for her sake that I could look forward to any such an end to this affair."
"And why not look forward to it? You say that he merely wants her money. As he wants it let him have it!"
"But Grey, you do not know Alice; you do not understand my girl. When she had lost her fortune nothing would induce her to become your wife."

"Then - then - then let her come to me," said John Grey; and as he spoke there was the fragment of a tear in his eye, and the hint of a quiver in his voice.
Even the worldly, unsympathetic John Vavasor was struck.
"God bless you, my dear fellow. I heartily wish for her sake that I could look forward to such an end to this affair."
"And why not look forward to it? You say that he merely wants her money. So let him have it!"
"But Grey, you do not understand my girl. Once she had lost her fortune, nothing would induce her to become your wife."
