"Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. "Is it a bargain?" "Take half of my estate—take all—my life, if you will—I am weary of it!" cried Trenchard passionately. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. I don't believe his name is Taber. I'm not sure I'd go out with him anyway. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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