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Updated: May 17, 2025
But 'twas beautiful, just the same, all shimmering cold blue, and white like apple blossoms that have blanched and are ready to fall. And there was mile upon mile of it. It was wondrously fine, finer than anything Andy had done until then. It was really his master-bit, as he had said it would be. And he would have kept on and woven more, but
"It shall be my master-bit," he kept saying to himself. The light got poorer and dimmer and there was a shorter lasting of it. Less light meant longer work; so it was thirty days and thirty nights before he got it anywhere near finished. No, it wasn't fully done. How could it be? The Summer Fellows never finished anything complete, you know.
It was because she was afraid of missing this master-bit that she went to church so regularly. The Sunday after the reception was exceptionally hot. It was exceptionally dusty too, for Bainbridge tolerated no water carts on Sunday. It was one of those Sundays when people have headaches. Aunt Caroline had a head-ache. She felt that it would be most unwise to venture out.
I can see God's shuttle weaving in and out amongst them. In and out amongst the years of snowflakes I can see God's hand, pushing the shuttle and weaving the shroud that will wrap the Summers and all and all And I was so bold with my poor little shroud here, my master-bit of weaving "
He bit his lip hard, and a queer shine came into his eyes; and he worked day and night, fast and faster, eating nothing and sleeping not at all smoking away like a demon on his pipe and weaving miles and miles to his heart's desire. "It shall be my master-bit," he told himself. He never even looked out the window, so close was he on the heel of his work.
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