" "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. " "You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack," rejoined Thames. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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