He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. You are yet a child; and though you have strayed from the right path, a stronger hand than your own has led you thence.
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