But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring.
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