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“That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. 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. "I'll run and bring him back. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. ” “That’s horrible!” He gasped. . She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent.
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