Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. 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. Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. Entranced, he stared at the name.
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