“I shall have to go through the building. 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. Mr. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they came. "Something's wrong. "By George!" he exclaimed. The significance of the kiss was still
obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the
Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels. He had but to give his orders. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut
into a practical short bob. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than
life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. There was a bare chance that he had been
mistaken. I’ve
never seen her quite so sure of herself.
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