Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. “Indeed, I must implore you to return. " "I fancied I heard voices," rejoined Sir Rowland.
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