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He had looked at it before without comprehension. ‘Then we will beg. 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. It was ended. Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how.
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