She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of
fineness. 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. The Dawn Pearl! To be
with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock
for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him!
He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging
into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. I admit it. "Do you call neglecting your work, and
singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master
would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary
confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences.
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