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A stormy twilight was descending over the Netherlands, and the sun sank behind clouds of tawny black in a flame of yellow like molten gold and red like spilt blood.
The lurid reflected light of the last beams of this tempestuous sunset fell in a fashion sombre and melancholy into a large chamber in the castle of the Marquis de Havrech, a great Flemish noble, and over the figure of his wife who sat on a chair covered with black leather, her hands folded across the back and her chin resting on her hands.