The theatre, the halls, the parties, the ways of rest and the paths of song--these are mine in the night." Though all humanity be still enclosed in the shops, the thrill runs abroad.

It is in the air.

The dullest feel something which they may not always express or describe.

It is the lifting of the burden of toil.
Sister Carrie gazed out of the window.

Her companion, affected by her wonder, so contagious are all things, felt anew some interest in the city and pointed out its marvels.
"This is Northwest Chicago," said Drouet.