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Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. "Go on first with the light," he said. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred, took her seat at the table. He, next cautiously tried the door, but found it fastened inside. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below.
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