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 penetrating gold lay across the pillars of Ingram Mansion. The aunts went slowly into the house, lifting their gray skirts as they climbed the curved stone steps. Jane lingered a moment, looking at Ingram Wharf and seeing nothing at all. Then she too went in, and Ingram Mansion was very quiet. It was a matter of no surprise to it that a Mark Ingram should be leaving it for the East.