“Well!” she declared good-humouredly. “Muck-headed moral ass! I ought to have done anything. ’ Gerald stood back, and watched her cross the room to the closed French doors. Dieu du ciel, but where was Gerald? On the move again, she found herself standing before one of the mirrors, gazing into her own countenance without seeing it. I could make away with him at once, as you are about to make away with your nephew, Sir Rowland,—but that wouldn't serve my turn. Attempt to molest me, and I split. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. He pulled on her shoulder, bringing her mouth to his in a kiss. 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. Moreover, a vigorous fire of mutual criticism was going on now between the Imperial College and the Cambridge Mendelians and echoed in the lectures. And where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library.
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