Beyond the Circus Ann Veronica went into a British Tea-Table Company shop to get some tea. I wish I could get you to imitate Thames Darrell. 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. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. Now tell them why. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. They would be quite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far more instructive.
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