“You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom— especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. And some were adorned with engravings that struck her as being more vulgar and undesirable than anything she had ever seen in her life. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. They used to marry us off at seventeen, rush us into things before we had time to protest. Ann Veronica had come to the Imperial College obsessed by the great figure of Russell, by the part he had played in the Darwinian controversies, and by the resolute effect of the grim-lipped, yellow, leonine face beneath the mane of silvery hair. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL. " "What's that?" asked Wood with some curiosity.
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