Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. I looked up the 261 name Iovelli. ’ ‘But you are not a surgeon,’ protested Melusine. “I am much obliged to you,” he said.
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