If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’ time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?” There was a brief silence. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Ennison listened, and his eyes glowed. Stanley and his sister into a taxicab, and had waved an amiable farewell from the pavement steps.
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