And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. “Yeah. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still.
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