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3. NOVEMBER THE NINETEENTH. DAYBREAKBefore it was light the next morning, two little n***d feet pattered along the passage in Knapwater House, from which Owen Graye's bedroom opened, and a tap was given upon his door. 'Owen, Owen, are you awake?' said Cytherea in a whisper through the keyhole. 'You must get up directly, or you'll miss the train.' When he descended to his sister's little room, he found her there already waiting with a cup of cocoa and a grilled rasher on the table for him. A hasty meal was despatched in the intervals of putting on his overcoat and finding his hat, and they then went softly through the long deserted passages, the kitchen-maid who had prepared their breakfast walking before them with a lamp held high above her head, which cast long wheeling shadow