’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. She vanished from the laboratory for a week, a week of oddly interesting days. Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. Come along, you mad jade. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered.
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