“I had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no address. Lost me place, that’s all. ” John broke in, “Wow, Lucy, I didn’t know that you 88 were orphaned. 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. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. They drove rapidly through the emptying streets.
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