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Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. Nevertheless Sydney, clumsily, but earnestly, had something to say about it. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. The floor was thickly strewn with sawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into the boards served, it would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in their custody, as a substitute for a candlestick.
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