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The gloom deepened till the distant spires and pinnacles faded into one black cavernous darkness, as if the whole world had been passed into solid penumbra; a perfect adumbration. Then lighter, till a pink gash broke the veil, and edged things lofty with a dim, luminous brightness, and still Miriam lingered. Day was not far off when the door opened, and she stepped back into a shaft of light thrown from an open door, full upon her face, which glowed with a certain softness and a holiness of purpose in her eyes. Swiftly she turned aside, for the door of Abishai's room was open. She caught one passing glimpse of the cripple seated, his chin resting upon his crutch, as he regarded intently the flushed countenance of Speedwell opposite. On a table between them lay plans and papers. Miriam would have passed on, but a name hissed through Abishai's tooth fell upon her ear. Then she hesitated, and listened.
"It is a pretty plan," said Abishai, in his harsh, croaking voice--"a very pretty plan. But will it work, think you? Victor Decie is no fool. If either of us offer to buy that waste land by the Old Meadow Works he will suspect."