In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. " "But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. ” She stopped, and then suggested: “I wonder—I should love—if it was anything I said. She had lost it. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. "But don't ever let me see them again.
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