Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. Of course I know nothing of what really did happen in Paris—if even you ever saw him there. 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. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment.
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