” Anna drummed impatiently with her fingers against the arm of her chair. "Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner. So was I, in fact. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased.
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