One day they were at tea in the laboratory and a discussion sprang up about the question of women’s suffrage. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. Wood hadn't struck me. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen.
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