Word of the Day: Context

Time flows kinda funny out here, particu'ly when ya' got big nuts to crack. But heck, whack those there family disturbances on the table and I'll gladly sip 'em down.
 
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I made tracks and after not too long arrived at the attorney's address - a stem-winder of a place, well kept with plants out front and full height windows. I went on in for a look-see and without no delay was greeted by a fellow who introduced himself to me. His name, Mr Ronan Murphy. He were well spoken, New England accented - came across kinda high-falutin.
 
He were suited like you'd expect from a man of the legal profession, but to tell y'all the truth I have seen finer clothes on the backs of cattle barons in this here bit house.
 
We were jawing for a time, making small talk, but before not too long he reached into a cupboard and brought out a small wooden box, which he placed on his desk. The box were plain with a tarnished brass latch.
 
'Now, Mister, I met with your great-aunt shortly before she died. She did not know of you, but thought it possible your parents had emigrated here from England. She asked that I do my best to trace them, which I managed to through the ship passenger arrival records. I learned your parents had passed, but the trail eventually led to you', Mr Murphy began.
 
'I can confirm that you are the sole beneficiary of the remainder of your great-aunt's estate. Your great-aunt was rather philanthropic in her later years and because of this most of her wealth--of a significant sum by the way--she left through charitable trusts to a number of worthy causes. As such, the only remaining monies and possessions are in this box', he continued.
 
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'Now, if you could sign here to confirm you have received the followed items: one-hundred dollars in twenty-dollar coins; a leather bound notebook; and a silver pen with an inscription.'

As he read from his list I set my eyes on the slugs and even tho' this were a fair load o' actual, a sense of disappointment did come over me; I weren't getting no fancy Boston town house wi' these spoons.
 
I signed the document and stood up ready to high tail outta there. The attorney remained in his chair as I marbled over to the door and out into the hall.
 
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