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. Grudgingly he admired her. “Lucy Albert, sir. "I want to speak to Edgeworth Bess myself. "Arrest!" vociferated Wood.
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