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. ‘As to Gérard, I do not know why he does
this. ’
Gerald suppressed a grin. 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. "
"Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?"
"The same. “Where are they?” She looked around. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's
better than the cold stones and open streets. No one would ever know what happened to him. "
"But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up. 5.
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