\"Hey, don't be a stranger, Lucy. Looking for something, or someone, probably. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. ’ She shrugged. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. 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. For a time she promenaded the room. ‘Lawks-a-mussy! It’s Miss Mary. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels.
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