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There are moments in life, not, alas! very many in number, when / everything about us takes on a wonderful radiance, and when all that / happens seems merged in joy.
All through Lily's curious, disturbed night there had shone the golden / flame of her love for Angus Stuart, and of his love for her. It was that / miracle which filled the whole of her being and absorbed all her / thoughts. When she got up the next morning she scarcely remembered that / poor Cousin Rosa was dead, and that she was now a very rich young woman.