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‘He arst me to find him someone who might go with you. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy.
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