The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. “Julian, I don’t know how to put this. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. It’s one of our conventional superstitions.
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