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‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. But if I were you, I shouldn't warn Spurlock. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp.
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