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At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. F. " "I'll have a look-see before I make any decision. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips.
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