‘Why, that’s it. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness. Maggot. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again.
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