She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. "I understand," she said. Her first orders were to summon the rest of her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure for Lancashire. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. In short, more preparations were made than if a state criminal was about to be executed.
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