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You understand me, Charcoal. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. “I really owe him something of an apology. It’s my choice, Lucy. Every one turned to her in astonishment. Still unconscious of anything he did physically. 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.
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