‘Come, cry
a truce. The resemblance was
amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was
in the background. “A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. 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. Whatever those
rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. As for me, if they
don’t at least help a little with college I’m leaving and I’m
never coming back. "You can't go to sea with a book of rules. Then the storm broke. "
There fell upon the three the silence of perfect understanding; and in this silence
each saw a vision.
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