"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. She cried out with the pain of it. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. I do not wish to return to Paris. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. 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.
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