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It’s just upon my lunch-time. Good riddance. 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. It is always on his person. It would make the young wife unhappy. It’s so different from what one has been led to expect.
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