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It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. Her new husband was pleased to watch the astonished look on her face as tray after tray appeared on the grand table, each better than the next. She shut the door behind her. ‘That little kiss cost him his sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. If the principal instigator of the crime, whom I afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashed into the raging flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservation must have been indeed miraculous. “I’ve fallen in love. Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. Brown or Jones, I dare say.
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