In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. ’ The smile vanished. We shall be equally matched. "Give it me," returned the carpenter; "all's safe.
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