I don’t care what divides us. As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. His manner was deferential, even eager. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. I forget. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death.
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