She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. She had resisted as long as she could; then she had stolen over. Her lips parted, but no words came. The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me.
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