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It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. ” “And he sat at my table,” Annabel said bitterly, “and yet he did not know me. “But if you had?” she said. Ruth loved him. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again.
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