“But I have no troubles. “But I am at singing-pitch. “His stipend forbade it,” she said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed. " "Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face.
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