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. "Aha!" exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, "I've caught you,—have I?"
The carpenter's daughter was fair and free—
Fair, and fickle, and false, was she!
She slighted the journeyman, (meaning me!)
And smiled on a gallant of high degree. Each was draped
in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. She wanted to come,
and I wouldn't let her. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the
neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the
Diedermayer house.
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