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. The odd creak was not to be avoided in an old house such as this. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. You may go back, Marthe. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse.
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