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6. “Cheer up, Annabel. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. But his lips were honourlocked. He whispered in her ear. Later, she would sew it on. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. A millionaire and a knight, even though his money has been made in carpets, is used to being a person of interest. "Good bye, Jack! Keep up your spirits. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly.
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