She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade.
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