"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. " "You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing voice. " "Come along, master," said the waterman. Occasionally he relit his pipe. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. I will give you a broad free life. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page.
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