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Chapter 21 THE ASSAULT OF THE CAVERN.
"By all description this should be the place.
Who's here?"
SHAKESPEARE.
Harvest was over, and the autumn evenings were darkening. It was later than the usual bed time, but Patience had a piece of spinning which she was anxious to finish for the weaver who took all her yarn, and Stead was reading Dr. Eales's gift of the Morte d'Arthur, whic
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