” She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. He never finished his sentence. Her eyes where glassy and shining. Since Mary predeceased Jarvis, Nicholas could scarcely argue himself to be my brother’s next of kin. 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. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive.
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