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nothing to tell her where to begin. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell;
A carpenter he was by trade,
And money, I believe, he made. ’
‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. Divers plans and figures were chalked
upon the walls; and the spaces between them were filled up with an almanack for
the year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be "The
History of Chaste Susannah;" an old print of the Seven Golden Candlesticks; an
abstract of the various Acts of Parliament against drinking, swearing, and all
manner of profaneness; and a view of the interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's
Presbyterian meeting-house in Russell Court, with portraits of the reverend
gentleman and the principal members of his flock. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension,
he made a profound reverence, and retired. ’
‘Pah! One little kiss, voilá tout. The worst was over now.
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