“Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. It was the first day you kissed me, under the willows, coming into Veraz. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland.
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