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“You told me that in the Zoological Gardens. “Mr. 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. 6. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. " "Quarrel with me as much as you please, Thames, but hear me," returned Sheppard. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. .
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