‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. Ann Veronica wiped a scalpel, put a card over a watch-glass containing thin shreds of embryonic guinea-pig swimming in mauve stain, and dismantled her microscope.
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