"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."
"She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies."
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Source: Edith Wharton, Barbara Anne White (1995). “Wharton's New England: Seven Stories and Ethan Frome”, p.152, UPNE
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