’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. The chance had gone. Wood trembled. I suppose because it IS the chief thing in life. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. A pretty piece. It filled his thoughts for the rest of the day, and became an obsession. " "That's not my game.
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