Not the fluorescents — Miss Gale had brought lamps down, four of them, ordinary anglepoises from offices upstairs, and had set them on the trestle table in a row, and the effect in a stone basement was extraordinary and horrible: a long pool of yellow light with nine hundred boxes standing in the dark behind it.
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