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Ax in hand, Wardour approached Frank's bed-place.
"If I could only cut the thoughts out of me," he said to himself, "as I am going to cut the billets out of this wood! " He attacked the bed-place with the ax, like a man who well knew the use of his instrument. "Oh me! " he thought, sadly, "if I had only been born a carpenter instead of a gentleman! A good ax, Master Bateson -- I wonder where you got it? Something like a grip, my man, on this handle. Poor Crayford! his words stick in my throat. A fine fellow! a noble fellow! No use thinking, no use regretting; what is said, is said. Work! work! work!"