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” A man of infinite tact and kindness, he spoke his message and went. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister. To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. The day comes when you shall regret how you have spoken to me.
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