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Having given my orders that Covenant should be saddled and bridled by / daybreak, I had gone to my room and was preparing for a long night's / rest, when Sir Gervas, who slept in the same apartment, came dancing in / with a bundle of papers waving over his head.
'Three guesses, Clarke! ' he cried. 'What would you most desire?'