"Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Come back with me to-night. That’s one thing clear.
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