[Illustration: "'And it came to me that we were all like that--like little flames casting shadows in some greater light. And that our passions were also like little flames that cast shadows--of sorrow ... regret ... despair ... weariness....'"--_Page 27_] Sophy smiled at her image in the mirror, and her grey eyes smiled back at her. The shadows under them--warm, golden stains like those on a bruised magnolia leaf--gave them a mysterious, impassioned look. She felt that she was going to have a happy evening.…
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