In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time. Will you marry me?” Anna looked at him in blank amazement. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. He returned the locket without comment.
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