Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. . The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. After all, what could happen? He was looking at her very hard and earnestly.
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