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It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. His voice had broken. Be kind to her. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. She discovered a desire to enter as a student in the Imperial College at Westminster, where Russell taught, and go on with her work at the fountain-head.
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