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Weary with her thoughts, she moved toward the window. The library was / now completely dark, and she was surprised to see how much faint light / the outer world still held.
As she peered out into it across the court, a figure shaped itself in / the tapering perspective of bare lines: it looked a mere blot of deeper / gray in the grayness, and for an instant, as it moved toward her, her / heart thumped to the thought, "It's the ghost!"