He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated blankly. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. “What is the good of pretending?” she said.
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