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. Kneebone. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady.
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