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In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell;
A carpenter he was by trade,
And money, I believe, he made. . A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was
immured. "It happened, gentlemen," pursued the Master, "on a particular occasion, about
the time I've mentioned, that the Archduke of Alsatia, the Sovereign of the
Savoy, and the Satrap of Salisbury Court, met by accident at the Cross Shovels. Twice she smiled,
but not unkindly. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his
shoulder. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown.
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