In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. I'll take them back with me. "What of her?" cried the knight. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me.
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