"I can't say I did," replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; "what with the confusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, I put it off till it was too late. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. "Stop a minute, my dear," cried Austin. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. I don’t know that I understand altogether. We are both graduates of Yale. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. Kneebone made his appearance. Please tell me what your terms are.
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