In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. She drank her glass of wine, however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief.
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