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"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. Speak lower. See? You marry me. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting.
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