’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. But what can we do? Here am I, fixed to respectability and this laboratory; you’re living at home. "Fold it … under the pillow. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot.
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