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"An idea has just occurred to me," said Gay, "which Jack's narrative has suggested. But I see now. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. “What made you marry him? What made you leave Paris without a word to any one? What made you and your sister exchange identities?” “There is one answer to all those questions, Nigel,” she said, with a nervous little shudder. But of what avail is this? You have no execution, no finish. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. That had shut him up for a while. 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 found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. Only you good ones— shirk. “One hardly knows—all the time. They pressed more insistently, forcing her lips open. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured.
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