In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. What was the fellow doing in this part of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington? The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. Nothing else was put in their place, and they remained sotto voce, as it were, in his mind. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough.
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