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. Do not underestimate my power. "When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him.
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