You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. " Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand. I’ll announce myself. White?” she asked, laughing. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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