The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. Above her head was an aura of white fire. Only an undermaid I was then.
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