Of all crafts,—and it was the only craft his poor father, who, to do him justice, was one of the best workmen that ever handled a saw or drove a nail, could never understand,—of all crafts, I say, to be an honest man is the master-craft. ‘You cannot be always with me. " "Afraid?" "Yes. " So saying, he bowed and departed. “I do wish you and your father could come to some agreement. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. ‘Not if I heard him aright.
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