Stanley, with an imperious gesture, “to come in here. “Are you going on again this winter with that scientific work of yours? It’s an instance of heredity, I suppose. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Humph. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. Take that box, and put it into the carriage yourself. Look in the small hide-bound book that he keeps in his boot. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left.
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