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Their flitting hands were always touching. Shoving between them, she confronted the captain herself. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. At last she was roused. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. . Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Then the inner door opened abruptly. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She wanted to be alone. " "No doubt, my dear," acquiesced the carpenter, "no doubt. Anna opened a cupboard and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee.
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