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Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.
...work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to dol
He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though - and loathed him.