"Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten.
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