It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. ‘Perhaps I could indeed rescue you if only you would confide in me. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. 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. ’ ‘How shocking. And you, Austin; and you Langley, I say the same thing to you. Gerald at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance. On that first occasion, the delay in locating the entrance to the secret passage meant that she had to wait until morning to make her search.
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