Earles answered, glibly. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. Charvill did nothing to ease their path and it was left to the man to open negotiations, which he did by producing a set of folded papers, slowly approaching the general, and holding them out at arms’ length. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. 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. She looked at him mournfully.
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