‘This we will leave. Katy’s face
was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty
in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. ’
‘About me?’ The lady’s lashes fluttered and her fan came up. She would be
in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the
colored glass window with her embroidery. 266
She peered up at him. 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. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own
country. “Have you anything to ask the witness?” asked the helpful inspector.
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