" "Where did you get it?" inquired Thames. He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. ’ ‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. 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. before them soldiers. She gurgled.
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