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Updated: June 17, 2025
She laughed at that. She looked about the room and decided how she would improve it. She nodded to herself. Yes, and the bedroom too. All this time she was so happy that she could scarcely prevent herself from singing aloud. She went out, down the dark stairs, and found the maid, under a swinging candle-flame, still scrubbing.
"Thank Heaven!" he murmured brokenly, "it cannot hurt him now. He has found his 'cure. As a candle-flame in this broad sunlight, so all those earthly longings" The old gentleman could not finish his sentence, though a sentence was dear to him almost as the truth from which, even in his love of verbiage, his speech never deviated. "So we leave it here," he said at last.
The rain flashed across the midnight window with a myriad feet. There was a groan in outer darkness, the voice of all nameless dreads. The nervous candle-flame shuddered by my bedside. The groaning rose to a shriek, and the little flame jumped in a panic, and nearly left its white column. Out of the corners of the room swarmed the released shadows. Black spectres danced in ecstasy over my bed.
She crushed the sheet in her hands fiercely, crumpling it into a little ball the candle-flame was too slow. No, she couldn't stand it she couldn't she couldn't, and there was an end to it. She would go raving mad she would kill herself she would She lifted her head, wrenched suddenly back from that chaos of despair, alert and intent.
He threw the letter unopened on the table, and clasped his hands over his knee and sat motionless for several minutes. Then he picked up the letter and held one corner of it in the candle-flame. It ignited, and the blue blaze began to spread over the envelope. Suddenly he blew it out and tore the letter open. The margin of the paper was charred, but the contents were intact.
Then she bowed slightly and turned toward the door. Mrs. Schlimberg laid a detaining hand on her sleeve. "Just a minute, Miss Sternberger. Mr. Arnheim's brought in some models he wants us to look at." Physics can answer whence goes the candle-flame when it vanishes into blackness and what becomes of sound when the great maw of silence digests it.
"If one were able to look upon the question of life or death as a mere candle-flame in the sun of duty, would she not at least be more likely to do right than wrong?" "If the question were put about a soldier I should feel surer how to answer you," replied the major.
It flicked like a candle-flame, and looked no larger; but with such a background it was wonderfully bright, small as it was. It was the flag! though no one suspected it at first, it seemed so like a supernatural visitor of some kind a mysterious messenger of good tidings, some were fain to believe.
Perhaps d'Aurelle, or whatever his name is, just blundered in, like a moth into a candle-flame. As for the plot well, I can only guess at it. But suppose you and I had pulled off some big robbery " He stopped suddenly, and his face went white and then red. "What is it, Godfrey?" I cried, for his look frightened me. He lay back in his chair, his hands pressed over his eyes.
After some shouting to the gallery above, a maid appeared, and a few minutes afterwards mine host himself, clad in a long flannel night robe and protecting a flickering candle-flame with his hand, appeared at a doorway. His long grey beard gave him a most venerable aspect.
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