“I used to feel rapture when I stood on the roof at Thornycroft and looked at the countryside,” said Ellwood. “I went up this morning and tried to feel it.” Gaunt wished he could tell him he loved him, but they were in public, and it was illegal. “I didn’t feel a thing,” said Ellwood. His gaze was hard and furious. “Brazil. Promise me.” Gaunt wondered whether Ellwood would ever feel anything but anger again. “Yes,” he said. “I promise.”
