”
She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained
upon the Avenue. 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. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy
socialist. If you do not help me to read the riddle of
yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. The sun lingered,
finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at
the edge of the park. He was, however, instantly beaten back; and the fury of the mob was so great
that it was with difficulty he could effect a retreat.
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