“I don’t know where to go to. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. The true creative mind is always returning to battle; defeats are only temporary setbacks. ‘Exactly like my father. . But it means no end of a row. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. Giles's, and other places—but I've nowhere seen any one who came up so completely to my notion of a first-rate housebreaker as the individual before us.
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