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As he approached the gable of Mrs. “I have brought you very nearly to my door. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home. Day by day she followed the spiritual and physical contest between this man and woman. 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. She regarded the young man coldly.
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