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His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. 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. "Often. " "You mustn't talk. gutenberg. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones.
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