The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. ’ It is the Press who find her out. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world.
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