"Why do you laugh?" he asked. . I am apparently a beast, a pig and an imbecile, too, if memory serves me. 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. "Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know.
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