Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. "I'm surprised you've not asked that question before, Sir Rowland. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\" Lucy looked at her slippered feet.
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