After that, for a while, everything
was merged in her brain in swimming circles of heat and blinding
alternations of light and darkness. All the world has to show seemed
to pass before her in a chaos of palms and minarets, charging cavalry
regiments, roaring lions, comic policemen and scowling murderers; and
the crowd around her, the hundreds of hot sallow candy-munching faces,
young, old, middle-aged, but all kindled with the same contagious
excitement, became part of the spectacle, and danced on the screen with
the rest.
Presently the thought of the cool trolley-run to the Lake grew
irresistible, and they struggled out of the theatre. As they stood
on the pavement, Harney pale with the heat, and even Charity a little
confused by it, a young man drove by in an electric run-about with a
calico band bearing the words: "Ten dollars to take you round the Lake."
Before Charity knew what was happening, Harney had waved a hand, and
they were climbing in. "Say, for twenny-five I'll run you out to see the
ball-game and back," the driver proposed with an insinuating grin; but
Charity said quickly: "Oh, I'd rather go rowing on the Lake.
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