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. “I am staying at the Savoy. I sang to him, and he was satisfied. I—well, I lost my temper.
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