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Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. She had been working upon a ribbon of microtome sections of the developing salamander, and he came to see what she had made of them. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. ” “It is over for now,” he answered, “but I cannot bear to think that you are subject to this sort of thing.
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