“Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically. “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. 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. “Let us escape,” she said. She never calls herself ‘Alcide. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. ’ He sighed. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate.
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