"Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. " "I didn't suspect you of so much superstition, Mr. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. . 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.
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