Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. “I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. It’s true. He allowed his irons and clothes to be taken off without resistance. The shock and distress were genuine. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. You will not find me unreasonable with you.
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