Flames by Robert Smythe Hichens
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EPISODE OF THE FIRST SITTING "Now, then," said Valentine, "let us be absurd and try this sitting. Shall we clear this little table?" "Yes. It's just the right size. It might do for three people, but certainly not for more." "There! Now, then." And, as the clock struck twelve, Valentine turned off the electric light, and they sat down with their hands upon the table. The room was only very dimly illuminated by the fire on the hearth, where Rip slept on, indifferent to their proceedings. "I suppose nothing could go wrong," Julian said, after a moment of silence. "Wrong!" "Yes. I don't know exactly what Marr meant, but he said that if unsuitable people sit together any amount of harm can result from it." "What sort of harm?" "I don't know." "H'm! I expect that is all nonsense, like the rest of his remarks. |
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