In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. “I wonder why I am always hungry nowadays. ‘Poor Gerald has been very busy about your affairs this last week.
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