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He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. One day they were at tea in the laboratory and a discussion sprang up about the question of women’s suffrage. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five.
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