‘Idiot. It clicked and the bookshelf was once more intact. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. Dorling said.
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