She smiled and shone in the dark like a police-spot.
All around us eaves of stone plunged into the blackness and there floated globes of orange light.
Faces held on sticks, peered in like fish at the candle flame which hung at the centre of those light *****.
The great atom-like baubles shivered and my legs felt it, when trains went by deep in the earth.
On her lip a trail of candle-light crawled like a slug path.
This might but i don't think it will last i thought, sipping my wine and went on just having a nice time.