In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. ‘Then I am not mad in the least. .
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