You said yourself that it was strangely unlike a middle-aged authoress."
The champagne had just been served, and without waiting for explanations I proposed a toast.
Within, the roses and the candle-light and the sparkling wine adorned the feast, but it was of Pike's Peak I was thinking,—of Pike's Peak wrapped in snow, towering big and benignant in the starlight, as we gaily drank to the health of "the two Lilians."
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