"I yield to fate. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. I spied a small picture of them in your house, though. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. I never hunt the human tiger without being armed. “You’re a biologist, aren’t you?” He began to talk of his own impressions of biology as a commonplace magazine reader who had to get what he could from the monthly reviews, and was glad to meet with any information from nearer the fountainhead. Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head.
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