Its mouth yawned agape

drink THAT dulceous devotion / from THE DEVotion incarnate / oozing from the name-form / healing the dullness of tasting love

The next was a very unpropitious morning for a journey—muggy, damp, and drizzly.

Long after his cigar burnt bitter, he sat with eyes fixed on the blaze. When the flames at last began to flicker and subside, his lids fluttered, then drooped ; but he had lost all reckoning of time when he opened them again to find Miss Erroll in furs and ball-gown kneeling on the hearth[…].