In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. Then, if you weren’t looking, he’d get five feet closer. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. ” “You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a year by my own labours. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye.
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