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“What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room. 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. I was extremely subtle—in fact, as devious as Melusine.
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