Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. "So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland," he remarked, with a sinister smile; "it is generally admired; and, sometimes by parties who afterwards contribute to the collection themselves,—ha! ha! This skull," he added, pointing to a fragment of mortality in the case beside them, "once belonged to Tom Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke of just now. It is a very small affair, after all, and you can pay me back if you will.
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