In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. "You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold your place a week. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. Wood heard the cry.
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