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Anna handed her a bracelet she had made out of string
and macaroni. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite
unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. ”
“How dull you are,” the lady remarked. 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. "
"As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece,
and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail. "
Thus urged, the damsels began to raise their voices in loud lamentation. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate,
and to transcribe it in unuttered words.
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