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. Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, it behoves us to
ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmate would, in any degree,
justify the devotion he displayed. "What is he gone there for?"
"With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a
cunning smile. Nigel Ennison was he. "
"Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?"
exclaimed the carpenter. It was only when they came into a square that
daylight had a positive quality.
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