Of his own certain knowledge he could tell them that. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Besides, she had admitted her identity. CHAPTER IX. The Night-Cellar XVIII. Jack dropped the knife, and walked sullenly aside. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came toward her. \"Nice to meet you. Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town. “It’s his birthday. ’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald.
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