The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. “I am perfectly certain that that man meant to be rude to me. " "Not utterly," rejoined the other. My thanks, by the by. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. “I’ve got bad faults. ” She looked at him for a moment with fire in her eyes. Expiation. 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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