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. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. The noose was at its throat when I called for help. My only love is for my poor lost son. . There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within.
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