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She could
smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. There never is much left for me. It was now
getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of
the stranger. ”
“Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he
recopied what he had written. In another instant, the collision took place. 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. "
"And Thames Darrell would do anything for you, Jack," replied a blithe voice. Everything was done in a genteel and ordinary way, but on
the other hand, there was no lingering. "
"I ondershtand," replied the skipper, putting his finger to his nose; "it shall be
done.
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