He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. ’ ‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. "Because she's a fire-opal, and to the world at large they bring bad luck.
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