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He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. In truth, she liked Gerald also. “We parted— that night the best of friends. 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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