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Updated: June 7, 2025


Noah, the old black servant, having seen his master through the panel windows, had already opened the door; and so we went in to the warm, candle-lit hall, Mr. Faringfield's agitation now perfectly under control, and his anger showing not at all upon his surface of habitual sternness.

And scenting a vague sympathy in this stranger uncle who, like himself, had drifted out from the intimacy of the candle-lit room, he made a clean breast of his troubles. "I can't stand the life here, Uncle Richard, and I'm not going to not if father cuts me off with a shilling! I mean to see the world.

Under the influence of his humor they took seats about the pretty, candle-lit table as gay a group as the city held apparently; for Alice was of that temperament which responds quickly and buoyantly to humor, and Frank Congdon never took anything quite seriously except his portrait-painting. He could do a cake-walk with any one, but he would not discuss art with the unsympathetic.

To Miss Mary, looking at him there against the morning light, his figure black and indefinite was the figure that went to Spain, the strong figure, the straight figure, the figure that filled its clothes with manliness. There was but the oval of the bald high head to spoil the illusion. He turned again and looked into the candle-lit room, but seeing nothing there, for all his mind was elsewhere.

Our waiting place was the candle-lit salon: a stately old apartment floored formally with squares of black and white marble, furnished in the formal style of the eighteenth century, and hung around with formal family portraits and curious old prints in which rather lax classical subjects were treated with a formal severity.

In the hot and malodorous candle-lit factories, where the real strenuous life of the town would remain cooped up for another half-hour of the evening, men and women had yet scarcely taken to horse-racing; they would gamble upon rabbits, cocks, pigeons, and their own fists, without the mediation of the Signal.

The half-light wherein the audience is seated, by which they can read in an emergency, is as bright and dark as that of some candle-lit churches. It reveals much in the faces and figures of the audience that cannot be seen by common day. Hard edges are the main things that we lose. The gain is in all the delicacies of modelling, tone-relations, form, and color.

At that the Commissary closed his window. "All is over," said the singer. "The serenade was perhaps ill-judged. These boors have no sense of humour." "Let us get away from here," said Elvira, with a shiver. "All these people looking it is so rude and so brutal." And then giving way once more to passion "Brutes!" she cried aloud to the candle-lit spectators "brutes! brutes! brutes!"

The cynicism of the younger man drew a responsive smile in reply. But it also drew a very definite and decided shake of the head. Whatever the general opinion, one man knew, one man had witnessed the momentary baring of a man's soul torn with agony, in the candle-lit tent on the banks of the Theton River.

Back into the dim centuries that music led me, into candle-lit Gothic chapels of monasteries on wind-swept heights above the firs, and cathedrals in mediaeval cities. Twilight ages of war and scourge and stress and storm and faith. "Oh, come, all ye Faithful!"

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