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‘He wanted me also to run away with him, and I wish very much that I had done so. But the survey was satisfactory, and she found herself presently in Room No. I cannot answer that question. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. She did not think Ann Veronica would do as her companion. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. Then suddenly he seized a new preparation bottle that stood upon his table and contained the better part of a week’s work—a displayed dissection of a snail, beautifully done—and hurled it across the room, to smash resoundingly upon the cemented floor under the bookcase; then, without either haste or pause, he swept his arm along a shelf of re-agents and sent them to mingle with the debris on the floor. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy.
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