But why did he turn away? "Wait!" Ruth called to her father. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. I don’t care if you’re not a virgin, that’s not how I really am. ” She pressed her ear to the door. He remembered it suddenly. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere.
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