CHAPTER XVII. ‘I dare say the best plan will be for me to bring her to see you, after all. Ann Veronica had come to the Imperial College obsessed by the great figure of Russell, by the part he had played in the Darwinian controversies, and by the resolute effect of the grim-lipped, yellow, leonine face beneath the mane of silvery hair. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. " "You believe it, father?" "From the bottom of my heart. " "I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut. I packed so hurriedly that it will take me a long time to find my things. I don’t feel it. No; she'd never go back. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. If she mentioned Ramage he might have a fit—anything might happen. ” She said.
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