"Two hundred pounds!" exclaimed Ireton, "besides the governor's offer—that's three hundred. He did his best not to grin. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge. 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. More often then not he refused to reveal specifics of his own past in Greece and Rome, choosing to relate fables and stories of an impersonal nature. It was as though he were personally aggrieved.
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