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‘I had no need of the place, and there was no money, of course. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. Suddenly she understood. ’ Fury rippled again.
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