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An hour, two hours passed, while we strove to rest in our sleeping place, but could not, for some influence disturbed us.
"Why does not Ayesha come? " asked Leo at length, pausing in his walk up and down the room. "I want to see her again; I cannot bear to be apart from her. I feel as though she were drawing me to her."