Just let him down easy, Lucy. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself. The only thing that was louder to her was the beating of his heart. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. 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.
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