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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. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. Is there any truth, do you suppose, in this rumoured marriage?” “I know nothing,” Courtlaw answered hurriedly. ’ ‘That wasn’t my fault. " "Then, I'm quite easy," cried Winifred, joyfully.
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