Everybody seemed greatly concerned about the sincerity of Tolstoy. He tried to raise an outcry, but his throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. 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. I do not even know his name. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered.
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