Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. " "Did he owe you money?" "Oh, no!" "Then why do you wish to know?" Ah Cum pondered. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. A wrathful God was watching him.
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