Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. No! not even the derivation! But the fashion’s been set and in it you must be. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair.
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