The air there was heavy with the somnolence which accompanies a long vigil, and the lamps cast a wavering… — Emile Zola
The air there was heavy with the somnolence which accompanies a long vigil, and the lamps cast a wavering light, whilst their burnt-out wicks glowed red within their globes. The ladies had reached that vaguely melancholy hour when they felt it necessary to tell each other their histories.
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