Though he never seen so much of Miss Mary as I did. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. In the bad light he looked at once military and sentimental and studious, like one of Ouida’s guardsmen revised by Mr.
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