For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. “Here’s something rather good,” he said, and with a start and an effort she took his place at the microscope, while he stood beside her and almost leaning over her. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. All through the night an entirely impossible and monumental Capes confronted her, and she argued with him about men and women. “You have killed me.
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