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Time passed; and then time was all gone, and it was midnight, nearly the Nexus Point.
In front of the hotel, a drowsy cab-driver gave them an argument. "The Public Liberry? Listen, the Liberry ain't open this time of night. I ought to -- Oh, thanks. Hop in. " He folded the five-dollar bill and put the cab in gear.