" Internally, it was divided by two long galleries, one over the other. ‘It is all the fault of that lantern. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. ’ Charvill eyed the girl with resentment. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination.
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