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The dawn came at last, and soon after the dawn footsteps, but they approached only to recede. When the door at length opened, it was but to let a pair of eyes glance round on them, and close again. The hours seemed to be always beginning, and never going on. But at the long last came the big policeman. To Clare's loving eyes, how friendly he looked!
"Come, kids! " he said, and took them through a long passage to a room in the town-hall, where sat a formal-looking old gentleman behind a table.