As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. In the mean time, let me advise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as vexatious. Clearly dazed, he stared, whispering an oath.
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