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Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. Hitherto you’ve seen only my easy, kindly side. Part 9 The realization that she was in love flooded Ann Veronica’s mind, and altered the quality of all its topics. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. 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. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon.
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