“I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. She told him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. 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.
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