There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. Capes. All that was needed to complete the simile was that the girl should burst into song. C. White, my landlady, believes his story.
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