It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. 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 I can easily bring in a sing-song girl to play for you. ‘You are rude, and stupide, and altogether a person with whom I do not wish to speak. On the left lay the heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the position of the metropolis. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. No one in the world is beyond the shaft of scandal— we all catch it terribly sometimes. Look at this ring;—it's a diamond, and worth a mint o' money.
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