To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. The leg and wing of a duck were disposed of by this gentleman in a twinkling; a brace of pigeons and a pound of steak followed with equal celerity; and he had just begun to make a fierce assault upon the eggs and ham.
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