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. “You’re just a boy! You grow moody and spellbound, John, and the next moment you are ecstatic. " "You will never become that, Ruth. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. It gave him plenty of time to obsess over his random crushes, which worried her. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did.
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