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. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold. She got pregnant. And now the fiend Gosse had taken even that away from her. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. The other lay unconscious in a heap. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture.
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