’ ‘Gather their bankers are still able to transfer funds,’ remarked Hilary, who had tagged along, apparently determined not to leave Gerald to make even more of a fool of himself. "She has," rejoined Sheppard. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. 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. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. The coach was slowing down, and he realised that they had arrived in Golden Square. .
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