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water. And Wedgwood was a bit of a book-lover, and he began to examine them, and finding one heavy volume to be in black leather, carried it over to the fireside for closer inspection. It proved to be a volume of Elizabethan travels, liberally furnished with charts and maps—unfolding one of these, a loose paper slipped out and fluttered to his feet—a paper in modern handwriting. He picked it up, and with a sudden gasp of astonishment, read the first few words:
This is the last Will and testament of me, Gilson Mortover. . . .
