The yellow gas-flames arose before his troubled vision against the vapoury sky, burning as if before an altar. It is the product of centuries. "Dear little Miles, dear little Miles--!" My face was close to his, and he let me kiss him, simply taking it with indulgent good humor. --Now it is all about politics in the papers, he said.
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