And, then,
it was my money -- and anything I give my niece is charity.
She's not entitled -- "
Garrett appeared at the door. "Miss Coates," he announced, "and
Mr. Winthrop." Judge Gaylor raised a hand for silence, and as
Mr. Hallowell sank back in his chair, Helen Coates, the only
child of Catherine Coates, his sister, and the young District
Attorney of New York came into the library. Miss Coates was a
woman of between twenty-five and thirty, capable, and self-
reliant. She had a certain beauty of a severe type, but an
harassed expression about her eyes made her appear to be always
frowning. At times, in a hardening of the lower part of her
face, she showed a likeness to her uncle. Like him, in speaking,
also, her manner was positive and decided.
In age the young man who accompanied her was ten years her
senior, but where her difficulties had made her appear older
than she really was, the enthusiasm with which he had thrown
himself against those of his own life, had left him young.
The rise of Winthrop had been swift and spectacular. Almost as
soon as he graduated from the college in the little "up-state"
town where he had been educated, and his family had always
lived, he became the prosecuting attorney of that town, and
later, at Albany, represented the district in the Assembly. From
Albany he entered a law office in New York City, and in the
cause of reform had fought so many good fights that on an
independent ticket, much to his surprise, he had been lifted to
the high position he now held.
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