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The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. He slapped his knee. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. She calmed herself, breathing deeply. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. The likeness was ridiculous. The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. The doctor's lessons, perhaps delivered with too much serious emphasis, had destroyed that buoyant confidence in her ability to take care of herself. Then they rode off at speed. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. " Thames complied.
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