It had a tiny flaw, most bizarre. “Do you like my dress?” “Yes, the dress is beautiful, but you are much more beautiful than any dress. " "Nothing else?" "No. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. " "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack.
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