Let her see what she could make here. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. Try and consider me your elder brother, or an old family friend, whichever you like best. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. She backed away from him.
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