He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action.
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