He bent over to Anna at once. " "You are right, Sir," said the worthy carpenter, rising. "You've ruined my hopes. ’ He thought a wary look came into her face, but it was difficult to be sure. 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.
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