It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the extraordinary impact she’d had on him. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. She, having all the confidence in the world, ripped off an end and drew out the contents—a letter and a check. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it.
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