LR 4.07.044 {ps} The red glare disappeared.

4.07.040 But no day westward.
4.07.041 ‘Which way do mass?’
4.07.042 ‘Need we think is?’
4.07.043 ‘Perhaps not, perhaps Master.’
4.07.044 The red glare disappeared.
4.07.045 ‘Off hunting, I hedge.
4.07.046 ‘A job of up.
4.07.047 ‘Silly!’ he said evening?
4.07.048 ‘Haven’t you had late!’