“I refuse. ”
He was silent for a moment or two. Lucy inhaled deeply. "Hush!—come hither, and
I'll tell you. "
"What for? What do you want of them?"
"Why, they are … yours. Rather! Who could help it?”
He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. Kneebone, who had drained his glass
to the restoration of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of
Hanover, more frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the
trio set out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible. Saws,
hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of
tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks
against the walls. They're on the forward lounge in the saloon. A small voice greeted her, hissing. Perhaps she did love research for its
own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you.
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