The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. I never see them, they never even call. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. ” She stared hard at her finger-nails. 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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