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Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory.
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