” He smiled, and she felt love for him in that moment as the smile lit up his ebony eyes, eyes whose blackness seemed unfathomable. It’s just hard to keep things from her. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls.
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