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In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Never had he been so intrigued. ’ And with that he went off to the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon hardly touched. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. Her faith in human beings revived. ” She shook her head deliberately, hopelessly. "Remember!" cried Quilt, as he forced the captive along. "Two hundred pounds, if he's lodged in Newgate before to-morrow morning," continued Wild. “Very big steps, moves fast. " CHAPTER XIV.
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