He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret. 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. “Really?” “Would not let it go. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna.
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