I have never told you so, or Sydney, but I can sing—rather well. 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. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “I have not left this apartment myself. .
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