1“And now,” said Sarnac, “I can draw near to the essentials of life and tell you the sort of thing love was in that crowded, dingy, fear-ruled world of the London fogs and the amber London sunshine. It was a slender, wild-eyed, scared and daring emotion in a dark forest of cruelties and repressions. It soon grew old and crippled, bitter-spirited and black-hearted, but as it happened, death came early enough for me to die with a living love still in my heart...”
“To live again,” said Sunray very softly.
“And love again,” said Sarnac, patting her knee.
“Let me see—...”
He took a stake that had fallen from the fire and thrust it into the bright glow at the centre and watched it burst into a sierra of flames.
“I think that the first person I was in love with was my sister Fanny. When I wa
