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The three of them laughed joyously. One day they were at tea in the laboratory and a discussion sprang up about the question of women’s suffrage. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. Of this boy she had only caught a glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild.
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