Within, on a bracket, stood some candles in glass shades and boxes of matches.

Harold lit three candles, and leaving one of them on the shelf, and placing his cap beside it, took the other two in his hands.

Stephen, holding her flowers tightly to her breast with her right hand, took Harold's arm with the left, and with beating heart entered the crypt.
For several minutes Harold kept her engaged, telling her about the crypt in his father's church, and how he went down at his last visit to see the coffin of his dear father, and how he knelt before it.

Stephen was much moved, and held tight to his arm, her heart beating.

But in the time she was getting accustomed to the place.