It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, rea… - Henry James

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It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.