A boy like John’s dashing friend David Mitchell, someone who shares your love of academics. Free, there is nothing left to her but the canal. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment.
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