"You have both," replied Wood, fervently. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. I’m going to tell you things plainly. There was a pleasant numbness in the bottle; that's why I went to it. S. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere.
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