" Mrs. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. He was always anticipating, stepping into the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. So she married him. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. " "Humph!" ejaculated the carpenter. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. In this attempt he was, however, foiled by the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to the door, against which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorously with his heel.
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