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. She looked and felt like a fairy princess. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle.
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