Part 5 Pursuant to some altogether private calculations she did not go up to the Imperial College until after mid-day, and she found the laboratory deserted, even as she desired. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. To—to find myself.
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