THREE:"But how could it be?" exclaimed[Pg 107] Allingham, kicking a loose stone in his walk. "This clock, I mean. It's" He fumbled hopelessly for words with which to express new doubts. "What is this clock?"
THREE: "To the lairds o' Convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke,
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TWO:To my Young Friends:"Why do they call that the Golden Gate?" Fred asked.












