In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. ‘Let it fall!’ ‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. Anna, in her strange striking way, was radiantly beautiful. But luncheon and dinners you will sit at my table.
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