“What are we going to do?” said Capes, with his eyes on the broad distances beyond the ribbon of the river. Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head to the small brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with the names and calling of the owners utterly obliterated. And in some incomprehensible way, Ramage was confused with Capes; she had a grotesque disposition to persuade herself that this was really Capes who surrounded her, as it were, with wings of desire. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. She went to her bedroom, but she did not go to bed. Sheppard, and saw from her terrified look that she had made the same alarming discovery as himself.
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