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. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Here one might live the life of golden days. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling.
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