They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. He looked distant, irritated. There was no need of sowing suspicion when he wasn't really certain there were grounds for it. Wood," cried David, pouring out a glass of the spirit, and offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cockles of your heart. ‘As for what to do, I wonder if young Charvill would be worth a visit. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine.
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