But it isn't your fault about that filthy newspaper.
How he can let himself down to write stuff that is to be printed on straw is what I can't understand." "I don't see how it can make a difference as he writes it." "It would make a great deal of difference to me.

And I'm told that what they call ink comes off on your fingers like lamp-black.

I never touched one, thank God; but they tell me so.

All the same; it isn't your fault." "I've nothing to do with it, Aunt Stanbury." "Of course you've not.

And as he is your brother it wouldn't be natural that you should like to throw him off.