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Part 5 The next morning she waited in the laboratory at the lunch-hour in the reasonable certainty that he would come to her. See what you have made of me. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his “hobby. But though the shot took effect, as was evident from the stains on the ground, the villain escaped. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. Where's Jonathan?" Inquiries were instantly made after that individual, but he was nowhere to be found. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. She put a stool for him at a little distance from her own, and after he had seen the day’s work he hesitated, and then plunged into a resumption of their discussion about beauty. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily.
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