He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. He glanced up at the coachman. “You’ve grown out of them. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. Her head rose. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design.
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