She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. 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. All these wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. The job is easy. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters.
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