Bartholomew stood by the window, watching another dusk becoming dark, wishing there was not now, unknown to her, a gulf between them.

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Near dusk, another good viewing time, the cranes will gather on the sandbars in the river, reversing their grand morning exit.

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The old watchman sat under this tree, and Nawab and the other younger men would sit with him at dusk, teasing him, trying to make his violent temper flare up, and joking around with one another.

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