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Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. ‘For my money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either. You care for me just a little, I know. Oh, Jack! repent, while it is yet time, of your evil conduct. Wood chanced to be murdered by Blueskin, the fellow who just left the room, on the very night of his return, as it has thrown the house into such confusion, and so distracted them, that he has had no time as yet for hostile movements.
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