‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. I feel like a fraudulent trustee. "Heaven has decreed it otherwise," replied the knight, dejectedly. 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.
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