He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. I'm going to be frank; we must have a clear understanding. I can get into my clothes.
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