9. Before her was a great Gothic portal. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. Then he stood up and repeated it again. 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. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. The risk I run is nothing to yours. I will tell you our plans on the way to the station.
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