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"I? What else should I think of, pray?" "Why, that you will be a full master-carpenter the day after to-morrow. Suppose I say that?" "Oh, I'm sure of that." "Well, what would you say if I resolved to hand over the whole of my business to you?" "Ah, sir, you are jesting. Why should you give it all to me?"
I left the West because of a woman of two women. I had a good business, but I could not keep out of trouble with women. They made it too easy for me." "Peacock-pig!" exclaimed Jean Jacques with an ugly sneer. "Let a man when he is dying tell all the truth, to ease his mind," said the master-carpenter with a machiavellian pretence and cunning.
"A man must get used to the idea of dying, or he will die hard," replied the master-carpenter, for he saw that Jean Jacques' hands were not so tightly clenched on the lever now; and time was everything. He had already been near five minutes, and every minute was a step to a chance of escape somehow. "I said you were to blame," he continued. "Listen, Jean Jacques Barbille.
"First of all," said the old gentleman, regarding the master-carpenter with a comical smile "first of all, allow me to introduce myself. I will begin by saying that I bear a name which will not be exactly music to your ear. I am John Kárpáthy. Yes! out with the oath that hangs on your lips as loudly and soundly as you like!
It was as the master-carpenter had remarked seven years before, he was always involuntarily saying, "Here I come look at me. I am Jean Jacques Barbille!" When Zoe reached out a hand to touch his arm, and raised her face as though to kiss him good-night, Jean Jacques drew back. "Not yet, Zoe," he said. "There are some things What is all this between you and that man?... I have seen.
It appeared that they were man and wife; that for the past two years she had been a great invalid, and had lost the use of her lower limbs from rheumatism; that until lately she had been confined to her bed, until her husband who was a master-carpenter had bethought himself to make her this carriage.
Jean Jacques was silent. He did not move. He was being hypnotized by a mind of subtle strength, by the logic of which he was so great a lover. The master-carpenter pressed his logic home. "No, she must sit in your shadow always. She must wait till you come. And when you come, it was 'Here am I, your Jean Jacques. Fall down and worship me.
The man was, as the name had already told him, from Marseilles, the foreman of a master-carpenter, entrusted with the giving out of sub-contracts. The profits of this work consisted of what he could make between the price he paid for the work and that paid to him by the master-carpenter; this agreement being exclusive of material, his contract being only for labor. The master-carpenter had failed.
As it was, this magnate of St. Saviour's, who yesterday posed so sympathetically and effectively in the Court at Vilray as a figure of note, did the quite obvious thing: he determined to kill the master-carpenter from Laplatte. There was no genius in that.
When, from under the spreading beech-tree, Jean Jacques saw his wife footing it back to her house with a light, wayward step; when he watched the master-carpenter vault over a stone fence five feet high with a smile of triumph mingled with doubt on his face, he was too stunned at first to move or speak.
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