They were filthy after the burial. 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. When he reached the happy ending, he waited. The
boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be
swamped to a sartainty below. “But I will! I will!”
CHAPTER THE FIFTH
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON
Part 1
Ann Veronica had an impression that she did not sleep at all that night, and at
any rate she got through an immense amount of feverish feeling and thinking. "Sir Rowland must be gone. She could feel her body rebel against her actions,
convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother
in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing
across the rivers of her home. So go up-stairs and get your things together while
I look out for a hansom. "Teach you to keep your distance!" retorted Mrs.
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