Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. “I wonder which of us is right,” she said. People always rejoice at the misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how they must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!" "I dare say they did. Wood's house at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. " "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily.
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