Nayland Smith's grip tightened on my arm. "There it is again, Petrie!" he whispered. "Look, look!" His words were wholly unnecessary. I, too, had seen it; a wonderful and uncanny sight. Out of the darkness under the elms, low down upon the ground, grew a vaporous blue light. It flared up, elfinish, then began to ascend.
Nayland Smith's grip tightened on my arm. "There it is again, Petrie!" he whispered. "Look, look!" His words were wholly unnecessary. I, too, had seen it; a wonderful and uncanny sight. Out of the darkness under the elms, low down upon the ground, grew a vaporous blue light. It flared up, elfinish, then began to ascend.
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