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We always go out to dinner on holidays. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. 1. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. Epithalamy might do. —"Oh! about that boy, Thames Darrell.
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