“Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. Her eyes were wide open with amazement. I can accommodate you below. 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. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting.
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