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But I said I wouldn't drive a hard bargain with you, and I won't. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical.
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