Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. Families had seen their lands seized, their chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. But to live at peace with your neighbour…. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern.
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