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The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. Groups of boys took to ogling her as she walked frenetically from class to class. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night.
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