“You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. . Quite ordinary. Do you think I would marry you? Rather would I marry the pig in the convent. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. 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. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on.
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