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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. She looked at her flattened belly. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. I wanted to have something to give up. The relationship seemed to have almost as much to do with blood and body as a mortgage. His eyes were closed. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. C. "Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain.
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