‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. "Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. “And yet you still live, Butterfly. “Here goes,” he said.
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