Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. “Punctual. Sometimes I try to talk. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared you thus long. "Has Jack displeased you? If so, overlook his fault this once. " "I'm a queer girl," she replied with a smile. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had another object in view. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray.
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