But then he began to take steps, and, at last, strides to something more and more like predominance. It isn’t. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. She glanced at him. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. “Rhea will return soon. 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.
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