“Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends.
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