I—well, I lost my temper. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. He flew to the window, and would have passed his sword through the thief-taker's body, if the latter had not quickly interposed the person of Mrs. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion.
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