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"Where?" she cried. From a man, who was standing beneath the shade of one these noble trees, information was obtained that the horsemen had ridden along the Harrow Road. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. I could not hear his heart beat. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear.
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