"However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me. 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. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. ’ She was seized by two strong hands and drawn close.
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