“That day of days when hand-in-hand became Encircling arms, and with an effluent flame Of terrible surprise we knew Love’s lore.” —WILLIAM BELL SCOTT, _Parted Love_. It was a large room, a room in a palace grown to be a prison in all but name. A bright fire crackled on the hearth at one end, the firelight danced on the walls, the dusk drew on, and a girl looked out of the window at the whirling snowflakes.…
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