Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. Ann Veronica wiped a scalpel, put a card over a watch-glass containing thin shreds of embryonic guinea-pig swimming in mauve stain, and dismantled her microscope. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. I will marry you when Sir John gets his divorce, and I will do all I can to keep you out of harm. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow.
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