"We'll see that," replied Jonathan. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. 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. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. He dug about in his mind for a term to fit her, and he came upon the word new.
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