A
pity, en effet, that she dare not truly desire him to rescue her. How many ends had he?
Well, she must cease to trouble herself for this imbecile, whom it would give
her very much pleasure to shoot. There was a short, red-faced,
resolute youth who inherited an authoritative attitude upon bacteriology from his
father; a Japanese student of unassuming manners who drew beautifully and had
an imperfect knowledge of English; and a dark, unwashed Scotchman with
complicated spectacles, who would come every morning as a sort of volunteer
supplementary demonstrator, look very closely at her work and her, tell her that
her dissections were “fairish,” or “very fairish indeed,” or “high above the
normal female standard,” hover as if for some outbreak of passionate gratitude
and with admiring retrospects that made the facetted spectacles gleam like
diamonds, return to his own place. “I know. A sob was strangled in her throat. " The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street,
had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge
extravagantly lit field in the new part of town. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. If she had any idea at all, it was
something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful,
with a happy ending. He was always anticipating, stepping into
the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. . ’
‘No, sister, I know that, but—’
‘You needn’t tell me.
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