Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. "Pray, make no further mystery; but tell me all without reserve.
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