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[I found the way out. A jointer-saw web is secured in a frame, why can't I adjust a wood saw in the same way? So said so done. Now I could work alone. I behave in this way. If I see a stack of wood somewhere under the fore-roof in a yard I enter, "Missis, let me saw and split firewood for you!" Petty officials are the best customers.] "Wood-cutter! Yes, I speak to you!" I turn round to the voice. A policeman? The deuce knows! The cap-band is red. "What's the matter?" "Go with me." "What for? And where?" "For a moment. It is not far from here." |
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