“Promise. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. She recalled that day of the typhoon and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. Myn Got! haanging runs in some families, Muntmeester. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. But whenever the storm grew dangerous, either McClintock or Spurlock broke into saving laughter. 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.
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