" Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them. It was hard to resist. Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. It is better that you go away now, I think. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel.
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