"'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. She lived, he noted, very carelessly.
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