On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. . “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters.
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