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. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. He crawled underneath the covers with her. "I must see him to-night. She lifted the sheet and gestured for him to join her. “About two years ago. ” He stroked her hand gently. 276 He opened the box. But all this business has driven it clean out of my head.
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