? ? ? ? The new old gentleman says:
? ? ? ? "If you please, let me explain. Nobody can read my hand but my brother there- so he copies for me. It's his hand you've got there, not mine."
? ? ? ? "Well!" says the lawyer, "this is a state of things. I've got some of William's letters too; so if you'll get him to write a line or so we can com-"
? ? ? ? "He can't write with his left hand," says the old gentleman. "If he could use his right hand, you would see that he wrote his own letters and mine too. Look at both, please- they're by the same hand."
? ? ? ? The lawyer done it, and says:
? ? ? ? "I believe it's so- and if it ain't so, there's a heap stronger resemblance than I'd noticed before, anyway. Well, well, well! I thought we was right on the track of a slution, but it's gone to grass, partly. But anyway, one thing is proved- these two ain't either of 'em Wilkses"- and he wagged his head towards the king and the duke.
? ? ? ? Well, what do you think?- that muleheaded old fool wouldn't give in then! Indeed he wouldn't.
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