I will neither stir hand nor foot for you more. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. I won’t even ask. With his chisel so fine, tra la! "There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. ’ He quirked an eyebrow.
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