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266 She peered up at him. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. What an adventure! Of course, you'll bark your shins here and there and hit your funnybone; but the newness of everything will be something of a compensation. ” He looked at her, his eyes illuminated by the glow of the dashboard. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made.
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