"Look to the horses, Obadiah. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. 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. "As soon as we've conveyed you to Newgate, I'll accompany him. I believe that her ladyship is going to Carey House, and on to the Marquis of Waterford’s ball,” he added, hastily consulting a diary on the hall table. I shall barely be in time for the theatre.
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