Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. He is all kindness, and will overlook them for your poor father's sake —for mine. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. "As I said before, I have little reliance upon professions of gratitude. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. “I want to find an address. Let me run you for six months.
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