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” Annabel looked at him curiously. 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. ” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. Why did he take me?’ Martha’s damp eyes were puzzled. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. That’s my opinion, if you ask me.
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