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loor as if there were summer trees outside the windows, butthere were no trees (and it was, in any case, winter). Sir Henry looked up in amazement. She is nineteen now. That was the name of a young Norman aristocrat whodied, I believe, in the summer of 1097.

He paused solong it seemed he had forgotten what he was going to say, but then he beganagain. My writing? said Strange and paused a moment. The gentleman pausedto receive Stephen's praises for this feat, but before Stephen could utter aword, the gentleman exclaimed, Oh! Did you feel that? Feel what, sir? asked Stephen. Strange caught himagain and half-led, half-dragged him back towards the gate.