In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. “Oh, that. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. In this attempt he was, however, foiled by the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to the door, against which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorously with his heel. They fell into step again. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days.
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