Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. "I'll be very glad to take that kind of a job, if you can find it. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Then I assumed a rather portentous manner to prepare him. It’s my choice, Lucy. I have one shilling and sevenpence halfpenny left. Go in, go in, Melusine prayed, hoping desperately that he would not change his mind and take another route. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall become my wife!’” He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep feeling. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence.
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