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259so they reached the lane up to Finlay: It was awfully late, probably.One could tell that by the lights in the bedroom windows.& it must be late, with the lights in the windows.Burn, he said;blaze; make a hole in the the night, brave lights; & they wereeyesher eyes, only & her childrens,burning on in all their chambers; &which seemed to him to burning there, blazing there. Butgoodness knew, hedidn't want to makea fool of himself.