And if you
mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your
breath. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in
his bedroom. No, not one little bit. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute
apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little
table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. "
"Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ” He read it in winter in the evening after dinner, and Ann Veronica
associated it with a tendency to monopolize the lamp, and to spread a very worn
pair of dappled fawn-skin slippers across the fender. My boys buy them with beads or bolts
of calico of mine. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded
with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art.
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