And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. ” She turned away. 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. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. Why did I not realise it at once? It just shows how one should not judge by appearances.
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