It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. ’ The lady stamped her foot. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. “Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily.
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