He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. "If any one's to blame, it's me. They're gone into the next room. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet.
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