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"Do you know this picture?" he added, with another significant look, and pointing to the miniature. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. But don’t run away with the idea that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. ‘Which presupposes that she needs to hide at all. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. I came here to beg you not to sign that contract.
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