The Adopted Daughter
body for your inquisition—eh, what, my gentlemen! I find a bill of sale running back ten years, for the dainty baggage!
"French, and noble, stolen from the garden of a convent, perhaps! Perhaps! but not by my brother Sheppard. His adopted daughter—sentimentally, perhaps! Perhaps! But legally a piece of property, I think, descending to his heirs. Eh, Randolph!"
And he thrust a folded yellow paper across the table.
The Justice put down his glass with the almost untasted liquor in it, and examined the bill of sale.
"It is in form!" he said. "And you interpret it correctly, Flornoy, by the law's letter. But you will not wish to enforce it, I imagine!"
"And why not, Randolph?" cried the man.
The Justice looked him firmly in the face.
"You take enough by chance, sir. You and your brother Sheppard held the estate jointly at your father's death, and now at your brother's death you hold it as sole heir. You will not wish, also, to hold his adopted daughter."
Then he added:
"This bill of sale would hold in the courts against any unindentured purpose, not accompanied by an intention expressed in some overt act. It would also fix the status of the girl against any pretended or legendary exemption of birth. The judges might believe that your brother Sheppard was convinced of
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