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" "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. Her cheeks were aflame. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. She opened this and scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence— upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor. Thought she was a nun at first. It was not without considerable demur and delay on the part of Sharples that the carpenter and his companion could gain admittance to the round-house. He's now in spring-ankle warehouse with Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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