" And then his interest would cease. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. . The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. ” She replied vaguely. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. ” “But it is too late,” she declared. ‘Where was I? Oh yes. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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