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. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended animation. “Does he know that I am involved with someone?” “Of course he knows.
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