" "As for that, I don't say. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. But anything is better than this. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. How can I tell you all I feel? I love you beyond measure. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. I'll try to think better of him in future.
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