He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. I must know what new thing has come between us that she should treat me as a lover one day and a monster the next. And I need not tell you that her hotel bill is running on the same as yours. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers.
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