Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. I would speak with you. He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she reappeared, would have met with a fair reception.
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