’ Gerald knew the caress in his voice was a trifle ironic. "I mean to have no one but yourself in it. Anna was having tea by herself when she entered. 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. Mischief bubbled up in her. "That's it!"—eagerly. Capes had the gift of easy, unaffected writing, coupled with very clear and logical thinking, and to follow his written thought gave her the sensation of cutting things with a perfectly new, perfectly sharp knife.
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