If only we work together. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. Arrived within a short distance of his destination, he came to a halt, and pointing out a dark court nearly opposite the woollen-draper's abode, told the chairmen to wait there till they were summoned. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative.
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