Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. "If you thought that, why did you give me this job?"—his voice faint and thick. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. Q. But—he was cleverer than any of you. God must love me, for he has guided me here.
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