‘What a fate he finds for me. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. \"I'm sixteen, I'm a junior like you. Tol-de-rol!" As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang through the aperture. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. He had recently made Mr.
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