He gripped the window-sill behind him. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. "I've spoken. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. "I'm almost afraid to state it," faltered the other; "but, may I ask whether Mr. ’ Gerald dropped down to join her just as her hand came up, clutching the handle.
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