It was a sovereign easily earned. Hey. Take your half loaf with the others. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head.
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