“Who?” She asked. A sudden knock at the door startled her. ’ She bit her lip, frowning. There was no response. Now let us forget it. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. 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. Mike was in his blue jeans and a tee-shirt, and Lucy, knowing that Mrs. Bête, she told herself fiercely.
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