He declined supper, but
took wine. “I have signed a statement that I
shot myself; bad trade and drink, both true—both true. ”
“Your husband,” he answered bluntly. No matter how
often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything
explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. I
cannot explain beyond that. 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. Smith, "upon my conscience. ]
CHAPTER XI
The second call energized her into action. ’
‘Truly?’ asked Melusine, warmth lighting her bosom.
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