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“Besides, it is not so. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. 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. She looked from Anna, who was far
too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage,
and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. Humph. ”
Brendon went very pale. "
"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. ‘That is my mother. "No offence," returned Jonathan.
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