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"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. “His back was towards me,” Anna said. ” Lucy reflected. Ann Veronica had come to the Imperial College obsessed by the great figure of Russell, by the part he had played in the Darwinian controversies, and by the resolute effect of the grim-lipped, yellow, leonine face beneath the mane of silvery hair. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. She leaned a little towards him.
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