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But the five per cent. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. He must win this man's confidence, even at the risk of being called mad. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest.
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