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The last of the light faded over the fields, Mark drew the curtains. With a grin towards the other two (quieter than usual, he was still livelier than they were) he put on a record from Fidelio. The cries of liberty swelled and mounted, waves of hope fulfilled surged through the room. Stephen, more depressed as he listened, was blaming Mark, it was one of his lapses of feeling – his abandon, as though he didn't expect anyone to care – to make them hear the sound of such a joy.
‘She'll be free soon,' said Mark, letting them see that Sylvia was on his mind. ‘She's very dutiful about not leaving the office early.'