” His rhythm slowed to a grind. We were going at a mad pace. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. “In any case, I decline to see you alone. ’ ‘Pah! Am I a fool? Have you not this moment past said how he did not?’ Agitation sent her to her feet. “How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. Of all crafts,—and it was the only craft his poor father, who, to do him justice, was one of the best workmen that ever handled a saw or drove a nail, could never understand,—of all crafts, I say, to be an honest man is the master-craft.
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