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. He unlocked himself from her embrace. Everything was going to hell. I’ve just seen him. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. I’ve got to have you, and by God I will. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead.
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