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He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. ‘Champion?’ ‘The lad you saw following her. It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's. ” “Why?” asked Hetty. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. “See you at school tomorrow. . I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Now, no more questions, or I shall be forced to leave the room.
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