” Sir John turned towards the door. Sebastian howled with laughter, doubling over. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker.
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