She paused. “Did he tell you, Annabel?” “Yes. ” “Shirts?” “Shirts at one—and—something a dozen. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. “But perhaps I want to confess them. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. Advancing towards the Master, and claiming an audience, which was instantly granted, Jonathan, without much circumlocution, related the sum of the strange story he had just learnt from Wood, omitting nothing except a few trifling particulars, which he thought it politic to keep back; and, with this view, he said not a word of there being any probability of capturing the fugitive, but, on the contrary, roundly asserted that his informant had witnessed that person's escape.
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