neglect

To-day he came back, and almost bounded into the room at about half-past five o’clock, and thrust last night’s “Westminster Gazette” into my hand. “What do you think of that?” he asked as he stood back and folded his arms. I looked over the paper, for I really...

Outside, the soil was banked high against the house. At the top of the window frame we could see an uprooted drainpipe.