Her English was halting. " "Do so," replied Kneebone; "but remember the door is locked. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. 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. ’ ‘Yes, but how are you going to find her?’ ‘I will ask—’ She broke off.
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