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‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. “A silly little priestess who knew nothing of life at all until she came to you.
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