" "I see through your design, Jack," returned the carpenter, gravely; "but I don't like under-hand work. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. Perhaps Ramage was the more astonished. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. I will neither stir hand nor foot for you more. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan.
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