In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired. He threw the doctor out of the Palazzo on his rear, sending him to the insane plague-infested streets. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. "One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay.
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