She rose to the fire to stoke it. ‘But to do only what one wishes, it is not always convenient. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. ’ ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. "I have nearly done," replied the stranger.
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