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"None are so desolate but something dear, / Dearer than self, possesses or possessed." / BYRON.
In the centre of a long low room not far from the scene of the late disaster, a solitary lamp was burning. It had been lit in haste and cast but a feeble flame, but its light was sufficient to illuminate the sad and silent group that gathered under its rays.