’ ‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his makeshift bandage. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made.
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