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The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. The door closed
upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting
to be put aside. I said I hadn’t been at the Royal Society soiree for four years,
and got him to tell me about some of the fresh Mendelian work. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell
me, won’t you?” she begged. I have tried not to tell you—tried to be simply your friend. ”
“I’m so glad you’ll go. I have no intention of arresting
you. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. She heard this
standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that
astonished herself. “I do hope that I shall be able to
make it up to you.
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