One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seen flashing ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouring houses. Mac would have some new yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon.
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