Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. "You mean you were just sorry for him?" "As I would be for any human being in pain. The floor was thickly strewn with sawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into the boards served, it would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in their custody, as a substitute for a candlestick. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. " "I'll not forget it. All your faults are just jolly modelling to make you real and solid. I care for you. From the white beach the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses.
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